Luyện nghe bài hát West Up!

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

Verse Ice Cube
Now I got ta show you how the West coast
No razor blades, in my mouth, just a
And I'm hittin you up, with W-S
The sun, rises in the East, but it in the West
No gold teeth, you a wreath
So hand me the goodies, stockin mask, no
day, I'm in a tre
While some of you niggaz got the robe and a sleigh
We call it five-oh, we call it one time
my life my life my life my life, in the sunshine!
One weighs a ton
How the fuck you think the West was won?
Now shit can be over a forty ounce of backwash
No jokes, the of locs and hundred spokes
In the East, we can be
But you come to L.A., watch your motherfuckin colors
Up! nigga

Verse WC
Give it up, it up
Like the nigga James Brown, me and my niggaz are it down
So bustas be wary cause see we the city
niggaz caught slippin is left with they brains drippin
City of the Angels, more like a concrete
full of macks and crack sacks
I allegiance to the shit till I die
[Mack 10] So let the five-twenty slide and put it from the WestSide

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