Luyện nghe bài hát Eat Your Beats Alive

Three wheel motion around the corner on niggaz mayne
Smashin down the block, Charlie O in the deck
Game, it do? (What it do?)

[The
They love the way a nigga hop them and shit
The way I, push buttons make Diablo doors lift
The way I, stick and move, when I'm behind the
of new Escalade with the Foreman grill
The way I, back niggaz jerseys
It ain't your life, I'm just not a big fan of Worthy
So wait 'til I see y'all, I'm real with the Ruger
But you catch my face on E.R.
But you catch them dudes from the ambulance
on top of ya mans givin 'em each CPR
Tryin to get 'em to "Breathe Again" like Braxton
Told 'bout comin to Cali, with them phony accents
Hollywood got movies, but it no actin
So wear that bling to them awards it ain't no jackers
We chain (twenty-fo' seven)

JT]
When you're on the West coast - eat ya alive
ya come to the lab - eat ya beats alive
Fuckin with this cash - eat ya alive
Cause it's all about math - eat ya alive
When you're on the coast - eat ya beats alive
When ya to the lab - eat ya beats alive
All about this cash - eat ya beats
all about math - eat ya beats alive

[The
It ain't nuttin to spray you
Or have your moms get you a Burberry suit so you look good in that
It's [reversed] you faggots, desperado in
June, Drago, The Game and (holla)
through in a grim reaper black Cadillac
Seven-three, ooh-wee, you see, who he
With the ugliest, flows, hungriest
Oh, the kid got hoes, you ain't
is never optional, get my whistle, blizzow
Carry pistols, to your and your Grammys
Of course it's that that kick down doors
And rooms filled with corpses, Jordan and bloody Air Forces
To get my dough I come back like Air
Same shot, lil' older, still no nigga can him
Stepped back, sold let the Compton streets mold him
Big face I could it, he'll bet you a G

See I'm the nigga with the most
Figgaro from Cali, reppin Get Low, niggaz know
Independent with my
Couldn't give a fuck money or muscle it's time to
West coast is the where we holdin it down
Bay area thuggin, knowin it now
I'm from the home of the Get Low, home of the get
Home where they mo' so niggaz get they pistol
Run up in yo' back do', for the cheddar cheese
Canary wristwatch on
bezelled iced out with hella cheese
And every fuckin link is like a
Catch 'em slippin comin out the King
lot project life, we like to spark a lot
Better known as a bandit, niggaz stand it
My whole block gets hard like

[JT]