Luyện nghe bài hát Connect

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

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

I'm the wrong cat to call we fall out
The police gon' have some dead to haul out
All out in the for the world to see
Avire-x to the z-i,
V.i.p., you're small time, on three
Cause you can't ball accurately, tackle the
Stomp it down, slap it heat, bitch behave
Shit, we blaze to a nigga act his age
I'm to write the phrase that pays
You it with 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 the first nigga to cross this line

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

[pharoahe
I got the chevy impala shit, scholar with
Collarless, aikido with, rottweiler mixed
Top dollar dick now, my whole nut rap
Gun in my mouth, pop shit, sayin, "fuck that"
You have to listen, brew, trapped in a addiction
Styles, multiply like mathematicians
Cut cause - my kicks kill criminals
I'm the adolf
I'm the bomb attached to the time of a ticker
or swastika
Quicker to pick a form of execution, it
Bullet, to the head of eletrocution
The rambunctious, bump in yo' shit
Totally insane, hurricane with monch, gipp
Xzibit the coast (? ? ) (? ? ) we got
New york wearin slippers and the south wearin

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

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