Luyện nghe bài hát Gangbangin' 101

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

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

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

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

He said, Dogg, you better get right, Crip right?
open 'cause *** get stuck on seez-ight
It no motherf*** problem, pop-pop, tick-tock
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 the rear view
*** see through, they know that it's Game
Cherry red Lowenhart's let 'em know I bang

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

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

I *** but I'm the opposite of Tookie
Red Lambo', red bandanna, print
Me and Snoop got the West Coast
Red and rag tied in a knot
With all my motherf*** homies 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
no Bloods and all I see is blue Chucks
Hopped out the '6-trey, to go
Til' Snoop pulled up in that Steeler '6-4

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

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

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

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,