Luyện nghe bài hát Connect

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

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

I'm the wrong cat to out; we fall out
The police have some dead bodies to haul out
All out in the open for the to see
to the z-i, b-i-t
V.i.p., you're time, three on three
Cause you can't ball accurately, tackle the
it down, slap it with heat, bitch behave
Shit, we blaze to a nigga act his age
I'm tryin to write the phrase that
You kick it with gays, dykes, and all of wackness
what you practice
Here we seperate the real niggaz the actors
A&r's, mc searchin, my cactus!
surround your sight and sound
As hit you and you hit the ground
My chips ain't gon' be down, watch me smoke
And flatline the first to cross this line

It's the gipp goodie, we kick the slang
To yo' block, or they streets, we all gon'
We like to shine and ride, corners in our bumper cars
Top down, with the paint job
export up and down the highway
Old ladies transportin through the skyways
In the corner in the five(? ) I got haze
Fat knot short with the tree ton(? )
These streets we run, refund
You ridin up but we yo' flows old like girbauds
We hold, everything it takes to create the
To to the west to the south again
If it's war that you want pull the pin
Rules we don't break 'em, we refuse to
If you don't right you better take yo' ass home
Cause some catch bullets all alone

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

3x]

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

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