Luyện nghe bài hát West Up!

WC
Wessyde-fa-life-in-ya!!
("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube) 2X
Yeah, I'm with this, we throwin up?
("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube)
All you busta ass out there
I got my homeboys in the house ("Throwin up the W")
My nigga Ice ("Throwin up the W"), Mack 10
Back to set the record for all these busta ass niggaz
who trip, this how we do it
WC
Front back to side
We be it up, till the day we die
Niggaz hit me up, I'ma have ta
So West Up!
(repeat 2X)
Verse WC
Nigga clear the lane, here I come, once
this, gangsta click, droppin this, gangsta shit
Strictly for the riders who us I gotta WestSider
rhymer for niggaz that's sittin on them Dayton wires
Pump the bass, hit the
Cause Ice Cube, Mack 10, and Dub-C, up in this b-i-itch
Straight for life, ain't no lookin back
Ink in my flesh, tattered on my chest
Walkin the shadow of death
Through the of the skanless, South Central Los Angeles
Home of the and the Bloods
even the strongest niggaz is drug through the mud
And visitors from outta town to stay in Hollywood
You get tourist ass ganked strollin through my hood
coast till the casket drop
I be it up, so motherfucker West Up!
Verse Mack 10
It's gun ho Mack please you can't fuck wit deez
Ice and Dub-Ceez is my G'z
And hip-hop, top three the new bosses
slippin cause we flosses, packin Nina Rosses
Nigga, you knew how we do it
Ain't a Damn Thing Changed, always on them
and a day, so back up, gimme room, don't neglect
Just respect and I can't check I wreck
Now you can cross out the and snitches
only killers hootchie bitches and hot hydraulic switches allowed
On the turf where the hogs dwell
Sewed up the hood, the fattest bolas on the block for
Inglewood City, the I call home
Niggaz be so bright, you might your locs on
to through, it's fin you're in with Mack 10
And I gotta up, nigga this West Up! for life

Verse Ice Cube
Now I got ta show you how the West rocks
No blades, in my mouth, just a glock
And I'm hittin you up, that W-S
The sun, rises in the East, but it in the West
No gold teeth, you a wreath
So hand me the goodies, stockin mask, no
day, I'm in a tre
While some of you niggaz got the reindeer and a sleigh
We don't call it five-oh, we it one time
It's my my life my life my life, in the sunshine!
One nine a ton
How the fuck you think that the was won?
Now can be squashed over a forty ounce of backwash
No jokes, the land of locs and hundred
In the East, we can be
But when you come to L.A., your motherfuckin colors
Up! nigga

Verse WC
it up, give it up
Like the nigga James Brown, me and my niggaz are it down
So be wary cause see we represent the city
Where caught slippin is left with they brains drippin
City of the Angels, like a concrete jungle
full of Cadillacs and crack sacks
I pledge allegiance to the till I die
[Mack 10] So let the five-twenty slide and put it from the WestSide

WestSide!!!
("Throwin up the W")