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 for all these busta ass niggaz
who trip, this how we do it
WC
Front back to side
We be givin it up, the day we die
Niggaz hit me up, I'ma have ta
So motherfucker Up!
(repeat 2X)
One: WC
Nigga clear the lane, here I come, once
With this, gangsta click, droppin this, shit
Strictly for the riders who ride us I gotta
rhymer for them niggaz that's 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 on my chest
with the shadow of death
Through the land of the skanless, Central Los Angeles
of the Crips and the Bloods
Where even the niggaz is drug through the mud
And visitors from outta town to stay in Hollywood
You get that tourist ass ganked through my hood
coast till the casket drop
I be throwin it up, so motherfucker 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, thought you how we do it
Ain't a Thing Changed, always on them thangs
and a day, so back up, gimme 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 switches allowed
On the turf where the hogs dwell
Sewed up the hood, the bolas on the block for sale
Inglewood City, the throne I home
Niggaz be so bright, you might need locs on
to bail through, it's fin you're in with 10
And I gotta confess up, nigga this West Up! for

Verse Ice Cube
Now I got ta you how the West coast rocks
No razor blades, in my mouth, just a
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 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 my life my life my life, in the sunshine!
One nine a ton
How the you think that the West was won?
Now shit can be over a forty ounce 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
Up! nigga

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

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