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 record straight for all busta ass niggaz
who trip, this how we do it
WC
Front back to side
We be it up, till the day we die
Niggaz hit me up, I'ma ta erupt
So motherfucker Up!
(repeat 2X)
One: WC
Nigga the lane, here I come, once again
this, gangsta click, droppin this, gangsta shit
Strictly for the riders who ride us I WestSider
rhymer for niggaz that's sittin on them Dayton wires
the bass, hit the switch
Cause Ice Cube, Mack 10, and Dub-C, back up in this
Straight hoodsta for life, ain't no lookin
Ink in my flesh, WestSide tattered on my
with the shadow of death
Through the land of the skanless, Central Los Angeles
Home of the Crips and the
Where even the strongest niggaz is through the mud
And from outta town best to stay in Hollywood
You get that tourist ass ganked strollin through my
West till the casket drop
I be throwin it up, so motherfucker Up!
Two: Mack 10
It's gun ho Mack please you can't fuck wit deez
Ice and Dub-Ceez is my G'z
And hip-hop, top three the new bosses
Never cause we flosses, packin Nina Rosses
Nigga, thought you how we do it
Ain't a Damn Thing Changed, on them thangs
forever and a day, so back up, gimme room, don't
Just respect and everything I check I wreck
Now you can cross out the and snitches
Shit only killers hootchie bitches and hot hydraulic switches
On the turf the real hogs dwell
Sewed up the hood, the bolas on the block for sale
Inglewood City, the I call home
Niggaz be so bright, you might need locs on
to bail through, it's fin you're in with 10
And I gotta up, nigga this West Up! for life

Verse Three: Ice
Now I got ta show you how the West rocks
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 sets in the
No gold teeth, you gets a
So hand me the goodies, mask, no hoodies
day, I'm in a tre
While some of you niggaz got the robe reindeer and a
We call it five-oh, we call it one time
It's my life my my life my life, in the sunshine!
One weighs a ton
How the fuck you think that the West was
Now shit can be squashed a forty ounce of backwash
No jokes, the land of locs and hundred
In the East, we can be
But when you come to L.A., watch 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
Where niggaz caught slippin is left with they drippin
City of the Angels, more like a concrete
of macks Cadillacs and crack sacks
I pledge to the shit till I die
10] So let the five-twenty slide and put it down from the WestSide

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