Luyện nghe bài hát Midwest-Westcoast Connection

[Intro: Mr. + (Layzie)
Let 'em know where you at homie (I'm on the Westside for baby)
That's right homie, what's up (What's happenin baby?)
Ha ha, yeah, we clickin up homie (let's get this shit crackin)
over the motherfuckin game, ha ha
Let's do it (yeah)
[Hook: Mr. + (Layzie)
(From the to the 2-1-3)
Cleveland to California droppin nothin but heat
Lowridin and gangbangin cause I'm 'caine slangin
Hi Soldiers, on the frontline aimin
(From the to the 2-1-3)
Cleveland to California droppin nothin but heat
And again you know it's on, Mr. Criminal, Layzie Bone
Packin whenever we roam, haters leave that shit alone
I'm on a whole 'nother level, we probably care with this shit
Representin the streets, and every I'm bangin with
Mr. Criminal, Layzie Bone the Thug, there ain't no claimin it
Haters that madness, I'mma show 'em what I'm aimin with
And fools hate me I rose from the gutter
And I'm that lad the southern side that flows like no other
Bustas spendin big bucks just to every summer
While pullin up in Escalades, Benz's and Hummers, ha ha
They said motherfuckers came up
the streets, and sewed the game up
But still, hoes wanna see me, still see dick with eyes
So on the +1st of Tha Month+, I 'em to +Tha Crossroads+
Will I or I die tonight? Only God knows
haters in my sight, enemies in my scope
From the streets of Cleveland to southern Cali on 100 spokes
Bar heads, blue wax and brown when I approach - that's it
From the 2-1-6 to the
Where the loc's and the motherfuckin be
We be in the South, mobbin through the East
We up love, holla Eazy-E
Straight from the Theive-land
Where you can cop you a forty, for a dollar-ninety
Drink a or be a true nut and a alcoholic
You got a with the bosses then my crew will solve it
Don't try to trip, I got the in the trunk
Double cock that bitch and just
Organized crime bring
I'm fuckin with the Criminal, real
Westside, let 'em we strapped
can't hold us back, we too thug for that, nigga
Criminal minded, been blinded
Lookin for some like ours, you can't find it
From the 2-1-6 to the
From East 1999 out to these West streets
We some G's, we some riders tonight, we ready to
Ready to smash, put it down, for the brown
And uh, it's kinda crazy, got a from the homie Layzie
to show these motherfuckers how we represent daily
It's a 2-11 homie, that's a in progress
And I bang for the South, I rep for the West
Who get sunk up in the street, for the heat I
And this a game of checkers, motherfuckers this chess
So uh, I think it's for the game to recognize
Open your motherfuckers, Hi Power, we on the rise
times almost in my face, I'mma rep it when I complete ya
On the real, I feel that I'm the West's best secret
Cause these fools be they gangstas but they ain't no motherfuckin G's
They want some drama, come to the 2-1-6 and 2-1-3
Yeah yeah, from the to the 2-1-3 homie
Mr. Criminal, Layzie
Hi Soldiers! {*echoes*}
Mess that Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, lil' homie
Haters keep hatin, Thugs, connect {*echoes*}