Luyện nghe bài hát Cross 'Em Out And Put A 'K

In about four seconds, a gangsta begin to speak

Well, it's the mad chickenhawk with the lick style
And pullin' 211's ever since taa-doow, there's ten ways to die
Mack and hit the boopin', floosin'
Off this gang-bang music, so all I'd got the room stumped

I'm smokin', dough like Trump
chowder to they chunk, punk
Straight off dust, nigga trust I
And cross 'em out and put a 'K if ain't down with us

It's off the hook, nigga, I'm a Westside crook,
The motherfuckin' dollars on my books, nigga
I'm not an MC, I'm not a G
I I'm A to fuckin' Z and everything in between

Rappers like gangbangin' I'm in it to the fullest
And my hood ain't dodgin' bullets
It's all the Bloods and Crips, no one tri-ips
Colors and dips, bitches and chips,

this my friggen low-grader system
That takes puff B I itches on the
Nigga be dissin' on a down low, so now my
"Fuck every rapper from the East and the Coast"

New School, Old School, I hate you
I'm plottin', cracklin' my ass wit'cha album covers
'em out and put a 'K
Then no Saint days, nigga, run the fuckin' holidays

'Ey, I 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to Central L.A.
'Ey, I 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to South L.A.

'Ey, I 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to South L.A.
'Ey, I 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to South L.A.

Goddamn nigga, this shit me sick
All these West cowards ridin' New York beat
Busters get sprayed wearin' fades
And Cango's backwards with dark-ass

No switchblades, nigga, we
That's how it is on the West when you're true to roots
So kill the action, punk, hootchie bitches
Nigga get your sag on and keep your legs down

Check it, ho' your mouth and get naked
I'm Connected and no bitches singin' on this record
No R and B tracks, just on wax
Kickin' facts with gang-bang raps

Every nigga in the industry wanna rap me
it's all good, you ain't from my hood
Nigga, I don't even like your shit, I don't like form
I'm true, your through, fuck you

get off, this shit is wacked
Fuck that, I bust you in the can with a propajack
Spit on ya, shit on ya when I get on your
You're up and your fuckin' 'cos I ain't lovin' none of ya

And even the female rappers are gettin'
Stabbed in the and kicked in the back
'Cos I'm a Connection hista
Bored a lover dishin' nothin' but foolers and dirty rubbers

'Ey, I 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to South L.A.
'Ey, I 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to South L.A.

'Ey, I 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to Central L.A.
'Ey, I 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to South L.A.

In about four seconds, a will begin to speak

Now you can out the busters and snitches
B-Real and Miss Muggs is Hollywood bitches
From the niggas I in the streets I run through
Swear to God bitch, real it ain't one dog and

So watch what you say,who ya talkin' 'bout,ya
And keep hogs out'cha when ya bitch ass is speakin'
I'm wit it, cappin' cha dome till I hit it
This Westside Connection, Cypress they can't fuck with it

Use to get and hugs, now I'm servin' ya slugs
B-Real and Muggs, y'all niggas ain't no fuckin' thugs
Be all surprised, dies
From Columbian neckties covered with

Ya fuckin maggots, ya faggots
I shoulda hurt you, every that I know wanna hurt you
So I pull my spray-can to spray
I'm sprayin' C H K all day

I once knew bitch by the name of Q-Tip
Who claim he had a problem with this shit
closed doors, runnin' his mouth like a trick-in
Till this nigga 'bout the name of Dove him slippin'

Tied his ass up and threw him in the
Put an in his mouth and dug his ass out
I [Incomprehensible] lead him then down his body
In a trash bag a cue-cover in his ass

'Ey, I 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to Central L.A.
'Ey, I 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to South L.A.

'Ey, I 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to South L.A.
'Ey, I 'em out and put a 'K
Inglewood, nigga, to South L.A.

go chasin' waterfalls
Stick to them dicks and balls used to
Punk ass