Luyện nghe bài hát West Up!

WC
Wessyde-fa-life-in-ya!!
("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube) 2X
Yeah, I'm with this, what we up?
("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube)
All you busta ass niggaz out
I got my motherfuckin in the house ("Throwin up the W")
My Ice Cube ("Throwin up the W"), Mack 10
to set the record straight for all these busta ass niggaz
who trip, how we do it nigga
WC
Front back to side
We be givin it up, the day we die
Niggaz hit me up, I'ma ta erupt
So motherfucker Up!
(repeat 2X)
One: 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 them niggaz that's sittin on them wires
the bass, hit the switch
Cause Ice Cube, Mack 10, and Dub-C, back up in b-i-itch
hoodsta for life, ain't no lookin back
Ink in my flesh, tattered on my chest
with the shadow of death
Through the of the skanless, South Central Los Angeles
Home of the Crips and the
Where even the strongest niggaz is through the mud
And from outta town best to stay in Hollywood
You get that tourist ass strollin through my hood
West till the casket drop
I be it up, so motherfucker West Up!
Verse Two: 10
It's gun ho Mack one-oh please you fuck wit deez
Ice Cubez and is my G'z
And hip-hop, top three the new bosses
Never slippin cause we flosses, packin Nina
Nigga, thought you how we do it
Ain't a Thing Changed, always on them thangs
forever and a day, so back up, gimme room, neglect
Just respect and I can't check I wreck
Now you can cross out the and snitches
Shit only hootchie bitches and hot hydraulic switches allowed
On the where the real hogs dwell
up the hood, the fattest bolas on the block for sale
Inglewood City, the I call home
Niggaz be so bright, you might need your on
to bail through, it's fin you're in with 10
And I gotta confess up, nigga West Up! for life

Verse Ice Cube
Now I got ta show you how the West coast
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 sets in the
No teeth, you gets a wreath
So me the goodies, stockin mask, no hoodies
day, I'm in a tre
While some of you niggaz got the robe and a sleigh
We don't call it five-oh, we call it one
my life my life my life my life, in the sunshine!
One weighs a ton
How the you think that the West was won?
Now shit can be squashed a forty ounce of backwash
No jokes, the land of locs and spokes
In the East, we can be
But when you come to L.A., watch your colors
Up! nigga

Verse WC
Give it up, it up
Like the nigga Brown, me and my niggaz are puttin it down
So bustas be wary cause see we the city
Where niggaz caught is left with they brains drippin
of the Angels, more like a concrete jungle
full of macks and crack sacks
I allegiance to the shit till I die
[Mack 10] So let the slide and put it down from the WestSide

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