Luyện nghe bài hát West Up!

WC
Wessyde-fa-life-in-ya!!
("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube) 2X
Yeah, I'm this, what we throwin up?
("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube)
All you busta ass out there
I got my motherfuckin in the house ("Throwin up the W")
My nigga Ice Cube ("Throwin up the W"), 10
Back to set the straight for all these busta ass niggaz
who trip, how we do it nigga
WC
Front back side to
We be givin it up, the day we die
Niggaz hit me up, have ta erupt
So West Up!
(repeat 2X)
Verse WC
clear the lane, here I come, once again
With this, click, droppin this, gangsta shit
Strictly for the riders who ride us I WestSider
rhymer for niggaz that's sittin on them Dayton wires
Pump the bass, hit the
Cause Ice Cube, Mack 10, and Dub-C, back up in this
hoodsta for life, ain't no lookin back
Ink in my flesh, tattered on my chest
Walkin with the shadow of
Through the land of the skanless, Central Los Angeles
Home of the Crips and the
Where even the niggaz is drug through the mud
And visitors from outta town best to in Hollywood
You get that tourist ass ganked strollin through my
coast till the casket drop
I be throwin it up, so West Up!
Verse Mack 10
It's gun ho Mack one-oh please you can't fuck wit
Ice and Dub-Ceez is my G'z
And hip-hop, top three niggaz the new
Never cause we flosses, packin Nina Rosses
Nigga, you knew how we do it
Ain't a Damn Thing Changed, always on them
forever and a day, so up, gimme room, don't neglect
Just and everything I can't check I wreck
Now you can out the bustas and snitches
Shit only killers hootchie bitches and hot switches allowed
On the turf where the real dwell
Sewed up the hood, the bolas on the block for sale
Inglewood City, the I call home
Niggaz be so bright, you might your locs on
to through, it's fin you're in with Mack 10
And I gotta confess up, this West Up! for life

Verse Ice Cube
Now I got ta show you how the coast rocks
No razor blades, in my mouth, a glock
And I'm hittin you up, that W-S
The sun, rises in the East, but it in the West
No teeth, you gets a wreath
So me the goodies, stockin mask, no hoodies
day, I'm in a tre
While some of you got the robe reindeer and a sleigh
We don't call it five-oh, we it one time
It's my my life my life my life, in the sunshine!
One nine a ton
How the fuck you think that the West was
Now shit can be squashed over a forty of backwash
No jokes, the land of and hundred spokes
In the East, we can be
But when you come to L.A., watch motherfuckin colors
West Up!

Verse WC
it up, give it up
Like the nigga James Brown, me and my niggaz are puttin it
So bustas be cause see we represent the city
Where niggaz caught slippin is left with they brains
City of the Angels, like a concrete jungle
full of macks Cadillacs and sacks
I pledge allegiance to the till I die
[Mack 10] So let the five-twenty slide and put it from the WestSide

WestSide!!!
("Throwin up the W")