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

In about four seconds, a gangsta will to speak

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

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

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

like gangbangin' 'cos I'm in it to the fullest
And my hood ain't never bullets
It's all about the Bloods and Crips, no one
Colors and dips, bitches and chips,

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

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

'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 Central L.A.

Goddamn nigga, this shit me sick
All these West Coast cowards New York beat
Busters get sprayed high-top fades
And Cango's with dark-ass shades

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

Check it, ho' shut your and get naked
I'm Connected and ain't no bitches singin' on this
No R and B tracks, just on wax
facts with these gang-bang raps

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

Nigga get off, this shit is
Fuck that, I bust you in the can a motherfuckin' propajack
on ya, shit on ya when I get on your pissil
You're goin' up and your fuckin' 'cos I ain't none of ya

And even the rappers are gettin' smacked
Stabbed in the titties and kicked in the
I'm a Westside Connection hista
Bored from a lover 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 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 Central L.A.

In about four seconds, a killa begin to speak

Now you can out the busters and snitches
B-Real and Miss Muggs is like Hollywood
the niggas I know in the streets I run through
Swear to God bitch, real it one dog and nobody

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

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

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

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

his ass up and threw him in the truck
Put an in his mouth and dug his ass out
I [Incomprehensible] lead him down his body stashed
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 Central 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.

go chasin' waterfalls
Stick to them dicks and you're used to
ass motherfuckers