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, west connect
Dirty south connect, so show respect
When my niggaz comin through you see we comin
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 bodies to haul out
All out in the open for the to see
to the z-i, b-i-t
V.i.p., you're time, three on three
Cause you can't ball accurately, tackle the
Stomp it down, slap it with heat, 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
Preach you practice
Here we seperate the real niggaz from the
A&r's, mc searchin, my cactus!
Blackness surround sight and sound
As xzibit hit you and you hit the
My chips ain't gon' be down, watch me smoke
And the first nigga to cross this line

It's the gipp goodie, we kick the soul
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 export up and the highway
Old transportin straight through the skyways
In the corner in the five(? ) I got purple
Fat knot sess with the tree ton(? )
These streets we run, refund
You up but we want yo' flows old like girbauds
We hold, everything it takes to create the
To north to the to the south again
If it's war you want just pull the pin
Rules we don't 'em, we refuse to bend
If you don't build you better take yo' ass home
some catch stray bullets all alone

[pharoahe
I got the impala shit, street scholar with
Collarless, aikido with, rottweiler mixed
Top dollar dick now, swallow my nut rap
Gun in my mouth, pop shit, sayin, "fuck that"
You have to listen, brew, in a tragic addiction
Styles, multiply like mathematicians
Cut cause chaos - my kill criminals
I'm the subliminal
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' shit
Totally insane, hurricane with monch, gipp
Xzibit the west (? ? ) (? ? ) we got
New york wearin and the south wearin hoodies

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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
Shake it.. uh-huh, it
C'mon, it up (dirty south)

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