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 ass niggaz out there
I got my motherfuckin homeboys in the ("Throwin up the W")
My nigga Ice Cube ("Throwin up the W"), 10
Back to set the record for all these busta ass niggaz
who trip, how we do it nigga
WC
Front back side to
We be givin it up, the day we die
Niggaz hit me up, I'ma ta erupt
So motherfucker Up!
(repeat 2X)
Verse WC
Nigga clear the lane, here I come, once
With this, click, droppin this, gangsta shit
Strictly for the riders who ride us I WestSider
rhymer for them niggaz that's on them Dayton wires
the bass, hit the switch
Cause Ice Cube, Mack 10, and Dub-C, back up in this
hoodsta for life, ain't no lookin back
Ink in my flesh, WestSide on my chest
Walkin with the of death
Through the land of the skanless, South Central Los
Home of the and the Bloods
even the strongest niggaz is drug through the mud
And visitors outta town best to stay in Hollywood
You get that tourist ass ganked through my hood
West coast the casket drop
I be it up, so motherfucker West Up!
Verse Two: 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 niggaz the new
Never slippin cause we flosses, Nina Rosses
Nigga, you knew 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 everything I can't check I
Now you can out the bustas and snitches
Shit only hootchie bitches and hot hydraulic switches allowed
On the turf where the real hogs
Sewed up the hood, the fattest on the block for sale
Inglewood City, the throne I home
Niggaz be so bright, you need your locs on
to bail through, it's fin you're in with 10
And I gotta confess up, nigga this 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, with W-S
The sun, in the East, but it sets in the West
No gold teeth, you a wreath
So hand me the goodies, mask, no hoodies
day, I'm in a tre
While some of you niggaz got the robe reindeer and a
We call it five-oh, we call it one time
It's my life my my life my life, in the sunshine!
One nine a ton
How the fuck you think the West was won?
Now can be squashed over a forty ounce of backwash
No jokes, the land of locs and spokes
In the East, we can be
But you come to L.A., watch your motherfuckin colors
Up! nigga

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

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