Luyện nghe bài hát Gangbangin' 101

West Coast, it's time to up
We unite 'round this motherf*** one time
I'm callin' every real
And every B dog to the table right now
Yeah, we gon' push a real line now
See if with this real gangsta guerrilla ***

Have you seen a hundred thousand Rip riders from the side?
Blue Chucks, blue rags, gray clouds, blue
On the move, can't lose, Street Blues
*** gotta pay they on the crews
Or with the ***, these suckas, then I cruise

My granny saw it on the
She shook up, look up and then she put me on the
I to get away but I couldn't get far
'Cause the had the loop-loop that night at King Park

And I got into a squab, got caught and went to
Straight to the with no motherf*** bail
Forty eight hundred with this Crippin', oh
My big homie, Boy snatched me by my coattail

He said, Trip Dogg, you better get right, Crip
Eyes open 'cause *** get on seez-ight
It ain't no motherf*** problem, pop-pop,
Never flip-flop, 20 Crippin' 'til I

Crip, Crip, Crip,
So what, so what, so what, so
Crip, Crip, Crip,
So what, so what, so what, so

Is I in the motherf***
With the red bandanna, double knotted 'round the rear
*** see clear through, know that it's Game
Cherry red Lowenhart's let 'em that I bang

So like Snoop in 'Deep Cover'
I got the reclined, *** under the white-T, smothered
Dippin' Green Leaf, I ain't got no enemies
Been shot times, now I bleed Hennessey

And bang for my *** locked up, they stop us
It ain't a party 'til we go and dig Pac up
I'm Dr. Luther King with two *** on
Huey P. Newton with Air Ones on

I *** but I'm the opposite of Williams
Red Lambo', red bandanna, print
Me and Snoop got the Coast locked
Red and blue rag in a knot
With all my homies yellin' out

So what, so what, so what, so
Crip, Crip, Crip,
So what, so what, so what, so
Crip, Crip, Crip,

I ran gas in Long Beach, I'm stuck
Ain't no Bloods and all I see is Chucks
Hopped out the '6-trey, to go
Til' pulled up in that Pittsburgh Steeler '6-4

We 'Just Dippin', one Bloodin', one
I'm on that Bulls ***, throwback Pippen
Moral is, my bandana hangin' from the left
'So if you ain't a Crip or a Blood, just throw up

What up, Blood? cuz, we just tippin'
Me and Game doin' thangs, switchin' lanes, Hurricanes on my
and C-Walk to the beat
Game, take the wheel and turn on 21st

Eastside, LBC, *** in my
It's the turf by the surf but we don't in the sand
We just slip and slide out, we Rip and out
Let it C known, *** welcome to the

Crip, Crip, Crip,
So what, so what, so what, so
Crip, Crip, Crip,
So what, so what, so what, so
So what, so what, so what, so
Crip, Crip,