Luyện nghe bài hát Connected for Life

I out the blocks like ready, set, go
all my traps and dodge to Fedco
I'm all up in the mix a fuckin' collage
And out the garage, is a Bentley

the brains blowed out, so the suns beamin'
I got a jackers and the hoes fiendin'
And since I'm Westside Connected I got a streets on
I got big deals, big scrills, big wheels, big

Twenty inches roll, get these hoes
Ficky hoes, wanna I roll with my
Be a freak about it and I'm a see it
Speak it no bitch, I'm a be about it

Who some of this, West runnin' this
10 with the playboy bunny bitch
She's a dummy bitch, with a pit
You broke ass niggas can't even this

Where that connect right? Nigga time felon
nigga sellin' rich roll dellin'
Throw it up, hold it up, guns fo' fingas up
Two twisted in the with the thumb tucked

mashin', dippin' and assin', kin toda zaggin'
Fo'-fo' maggin' and toe
Dub the phantom in a blue van
I'm front of the club- the valet dump a tall can of trick

What is it like? 'em hoes
And on fools on Bremboes
Flossin' 'em chain, we doing big
And bustin' on punks at range

This is the way us gangsta's
Sit back and as it unfolds
Bitches and done so cold
Ahh, this is the life we

Dope money and shit I'm all with it
And all I know is the streets so how I spit it
see a bird, I gotta get it
So if ya hood come up then I'd probly did it

If 'lil thick then I gotta hit it
The Trojan be a Magnum to me to fit it
If it was sherm on a stick I'd probly lit it
The red beem was on wig so I probly split it

To all them that think they bootylicious
I think they nutritious, I think do dishes
I makin three wishes, I take 'em pictures
And spit 'em they britches, I 'em they bitches

Ego maniac, little homies me brainiac
Ice Cube is an ass-hole and it ain't, it an act
So take a hit at and remember that
Where my mothafuckin' niggas and my at?

Britches I get I'm Dub-C, the rider the clique
'N like a dragon I snaked em on fire I spit
I can't shake these ghetto
A rich nigga eatin a bag of lays
With rubber bands and

From the turf for the sirenz and
Where we keep pistols smokin, like
gangsta the killa, the dope dealer
Backin' for mo' figgas, so trick bow down 'n po the bitch

What is it like? 'em hoes
And rollin' on on Bremboes
Flossing 'em chains, we doing big
And bustin' on at close range

This is the ways us gangsta's
Sit and watch us as it unfolds
Bitches and suckas so cold
Ahh, this is the we chose

What is it like? Tossin 'em
And rollin' on fools on
Flossin' 'em chains, we doing big
And on punks at close range

This is the us gangsta's roll
Sit back and us as it unfolds
Bitches and done so cold
Ahh, is the life we chose

It's to see, you can't change me
'Cause I'ma be connected for
It's plain to see, you can't me
I'ma be connected for life

Yeah, West Connect for life
Butch Cassidy, Manny
You're a for this -boy
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