Luyện nghe bài hát Connect

[dj
East, west, check out
Check it, ye-yeah,
East east, west, south south..

[chorus: dj
I got east coast connect, west coast connect
Dirty south connect, so show respect
When my niggaz through you see we comin correct
Who are you, what you do, who you to threat?

I'm the wrong cat to call we fall out
The police gon' have some bodies to haul out
All out in the for the world to see
to the z-i, b-i-t
V.i.p., you're small time, three on
you can't ball accurately, tackle the beast
Stomp it down, slap it heat, bitch behave
Shit, we to make a nigga act his age
I'm tryin to write the phrase pays
You kick it with gays, dykes, and all of wackness
Preach you practice
we seperate the real niggaz from the actors
A&r's, mc searchin, my cactus!
Blackness surround your and sound
As hit you and you hit the ground
My ain't never gon' be down, watch me smoke
And flatline the first nigga to cross line

It's the gipp goodie, we the soul slang
To yo' block, or they streets, we all gon'
We like to shine and ride, bump corners in our cars
Top down, the candy paint job
Import export up and the highway
Old ladies straight through the skyways
In the in the five(? ) I got purple haze
Fat knot short with the tree ton(? )
streets we run, rapper refund
You up but we want yo' flows old like girbauds
We hold, everything it to create the odes
To north to the to the south again
If it's war you want just pull the pin
we don't break 'em, we refuse to bend
If you don't build right you better take yo' ass
Cause some catch stray bullets all

[pharoahe
I got the impala shit, street scholar with
Collarless, japanese aikido with, rottweiler
Top dollar dick now, swallow my nut rap
Gun in my mouth, pop shit, sayin, "fuck that"
You have to listen, brew, in a tragic addiction
Styles, like japanese mathematicians
Cut cause chaos - my kill criminals
I'm the subliminal
I'm the bomb that's to the time of a ticker
Figure or
to pick a form of execution, pull it
Bullet, to the head instead of
The rambunctious, bump in yo' trunk
Totally insane, hurricane with monch, gipp
the west coast (? ? ) (? ? ) we got
New york wearin slippers and the south wearin

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[dj
Ye-yeah, uh-huh,
Give it up, (dirty south) ye-yeah, ye-yeah
it up, uh-huh, give it up, shake it
Uh-huh, kick it (dirty south)
Shake it.. uh-huh, it
C'mon, it up (dirty south)

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