Luyện nghe bài hát Connect

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

dj hurricane]
I got that coast connect, west coast connect
Dirty connect, so show some respect
When my comin through you see we comin correct
Who are you, you do, who you tryin to threat?

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

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

[pharoahe
I got the chevy impala shit, scholar with
Collarless, aikido 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, trapped in a addiction
Styles, multiply japanese mathematicians
Cut cause chaos - my kill criminals
I'm the subliminal
I'm the that's attached to the time of a ticker
Figure or
Quicker to a form of execution, pull it
Bullet, to the head of eletrocution
The rambunctious, in yo' trunk shit
insane, hurricane with pharoahe monch, gipp
Xzibit the west (? ? ) (? ? ) we got
New york wearin slippers and the south wearin

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

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