Luyện nghe bài hát Gangbangin' 101

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

Have you ever seen a hundred thousand Rip riders the side?
Blue Chucks, blue rags, clouds, blue skies
On the move, lose, Hill Street Blues
*** pay they dues on the crews
Or with the ***, spray these suckas, then I

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

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

He said, Dogg, you better get right, Crip right?
Eyes open 'cause *** get stuck on
It no motherf*** problem, pop-pop, tick-tock
Never flip-flop, 20 Crippin' I drop

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

Is I in the S-5?
With the red bandanna, double knotted the rear view
*** see clear through, they that it's Game
Cherry red let 'em know that 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 for my *** locked up, they can't 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 Air Force Ones on

I *** but I'm the of Tookie Williams
Red Lambo', red bandanna, ceilin'
Me and Snoop got the Coast locked
Red and rag tied in a knot
all my motherf*** 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 outta gas in Long Beach, I'm
Ain't no Bloods and all I see is Chucks
Hopped out the '6-trey, to go
Til' Snoop pulled up in that Pittsburgh '6-4

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

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

Eastside, LBC, *** in my
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the
We slip and slide out, we Rip and ride 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,