Luyện nghe bài hát Connect

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

[chorus: dj
I got that coast connect, west coast connect
Dirty connect, so show some respect
my niggaz comin through you see we comin correct
Who are you, what you do, who you tryin to

I'm the wrong cat to out; we fall out
The police gon' have dead bodies to haul out
All out in the open for the to see
Avire-x to the z-i,
V.i.p., you're small time, three on
Cause you can't accurately, tackle the beast
Stomp it down, slap it with heat, bitch
Shit, we to make a nigga act his age
I'm tryin to write the phrase pays
You kick it gays, dykes, and all type of wackness
what you practice
Here we seperate the 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 chips never gon' be down, watch me smoke
And flatline the first nigga to this line

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

[pharoahe
I got the chevy impala shit, street with
Collarless, japanese aikido with, mixed
Top dick now, swallow my whole nut rap
Gun in my mouth, pop shit, sayin, "fuck that"
You have to listen, brew, trapped in a tragic
Styles, multiply like mathematicians
Cut cause chaos - my kicks kill
I'm the adolf
I'm the bomb that's to the time of a ticker
or swastika
Quicker to pick a of execution, pull it
Bullet, to the instead of eletrocution
The rambunctious, bump in yo' trunk
Totally insane, hurricane with monch, gipp
Xzibit the west (? ? ) (? ? ) 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
Give it up, uh-huh, give it up, it
Uh-huh, it (dirty south) uh-huh
it.. uh-huh, shake it
C'mon, it up (dirty south)

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