Luyện nghe bài hát Connect

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

[chorus: dj
I got east coast connect, west coast connect
Dirty south connect, so show some
my niggaz 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
Avire-x to the z-i,
V.i.p., you're small time, on three
Cause you ball accurately, tackle the beast
it down, slap it with heat, bitch behave
Shit, we blaze to make a act his age
I'm tryin to the phrase that pays
You kick it gays, dykes, and all type of wackness
Preach you practice
Here we seperate the real from the actors
A&r's, mc searchin, my cactus!
surround your sight and sound
As xzibit hit you and you hit the
My chips ain't never be down, watch me smoke
And flatline the first nigga to this line

It's the gipp goodie, we kick the slang
To yo' block, or streets, we all gon' hang
We to shine and ride, bump corners in our bumper cars
Top down, the candy paint job
Import export up and down the
Old transportin straight through the skyways
In the corner in the five(? ) I got purple
Fat knot short with the tree ton(? )
These we run, rapper refund
You ridin up but we 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 want just the pin
Rules we don't break 'em, we to bend
If you don't build right you take yo' ass home
Cause some catch bullets all alone

[pharoahe
I got the chevy shit, street scholar 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, trapped in a tragic
Styles, multiply like japanese
Cut chaos - my kicks kill criminals
I'm the adolf
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 instead of eletrocution
The rambunctious, in yo' trunk shit
Totally insane, hurricane pharoahe 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
Give it up, uh-huh, it up, shake it
Uh-huh, it (dirty south) uh-huh
Shake it.. uh-huh, it
C'mon, it up (dirty south)

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