Luyện nghe bài hát Connect

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

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

I'm the cat to call out; we fall out
The gon' have some 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 time, three on three
Cause you can't ball accurately, tackle the
Stomp it down, it with heat, bitch behave
Shit, we blaze to a nigga act his age
I'm tryin to write the phrase pays
You kick it with gays, dykes, and all type of
Preach what you
Here we seperate the real niggaz from the
A&r's, mc searchin, my cactus!
Blackness your sight and sound
As hit you and you hit the ground
My chips ain't never gon' be down, watch me
And the first nigga to cross this line

It's the gipp goodie, we 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, with the paint job
Import export up and down the
Old ladies transportin through the skyways
In the in the five(? ) I got purple haze
Fat knot short with the tree ton(? )
These streets we run, refund
You ridin up but we want yo' flows old like
We hold, everything it takes to create the
To to the west to the south again
If it's war that you want just the pin
Rules we don't 'em, we refuse to bend
If you don't right you better take yo' ass home
Cause some catch stray all alone

[pharoahe
I got the chevy shit, street scholar with
Collarless, aikido with, rottweiler mixed
Top dollar 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 like japanese
Cut cause chaos - my kicks criminals
I'm the adolf
I'm the bomb attached to the time of a ticker
Figure or
to pick a form of execution, pull it
Bullet, to the head instead of
The rambunctious, bump in yo' trunk
Totally insane, hurricane with pharoahe monch,
Xzibit the coast (? ? ) (? ? ) we got
New york wearin slippers and the south wearin

3x]

[dj
Ye-yeah, uh-huh,
Give it up, (dirty south) ye-yeah, ye-yeah
it up, uh-huh, give 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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