Luyện nghe bài hát West Coast, Gulf Coast, East Coast

Now these West Coast and we love to ball...
And these Gulf Coast Hustlers to do it all...

And East Coast killas ought to represent
And when we ride together we're gonna kill shit...

1]
I got my mind made up, I'm strapped and I'm high
Side till I die, money multiplied
Gulf Coast in a hurry and gold jewlery
Down and dirty hooked up my phones
And we big candy cane
Playa hattin dirty Mex understand tha game
I can't do it cause I'm all about my man
beach, baby beth, latino's if ever do you gang bang
Hoggin and doggin cheddar cheese of scratch
And got them super fly fish tags full of
That's how we do it, hustle fluit through my veins
I got soldiers dump for a little change...

Ring around the police, pockets of hoezies
Coy]
Swingin n swervin jealous burden
the wizard tha 36 ozies
Hoe's see my and wanna say they a virgin
20 inch turnin keep they heart
city slicker, buy my German
Sippin' on bourban, back woods a
Back in the days I get one wordin
Now I park valet wit boys Cali
Playas on like the mother fuckin valley
If you me, u'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our

(Chorus)

2]
Yeah, these west riders with the down south G's
Keys break 'em down the o's and p's
17 shots pulled back an
And ball like a mother fuckin' C-fee toe
Down with the click, I'm Baby
I'm laced in this bitch PCP, with SPM, and LOW-G
I'ma grind in L.A. 'til my last day
and I'm a Hustla 'til I die motherfucker
It's a struggle but I bubble baby, please believe it
And I said big frost is a hard act to follow...
I that's the reason I roll with my rival
[3rd - Rasheed]

It's the - Alumni
on the I, come I
wit the of funk that make a sucka cry
I gon' lie,
but he no paper to fly
gettin' sick, wit Salty Lifestyl livin' life-a
my organization down wit World Hustlaz
the force that's gon' hop up on the plane
seize, Baby Beesh without the west coast mary jane
on the east coast, they're going whacko for stack of paper
on the South Side, run wit slangaz and they stack that paper
we YAAY YAAY
wit the full of blaze
like Universal wit Def Jam
in the money,
South Park Mexican and makin' power moves ev-ery day
and do a we gon' have to...

(Chorus x2)

G]
I it get crunk and take control like Janet
It's yo boy Low G from the of the planet
When you hear the hit, what show you jam in
hang with the bandit, haters can't stand it
a mendez, ta win dis
The Menace most worse that
Mmmmm, Me entiendes? Raches
Remember me Low-G from the block of
Second war the nine millemeter glock
it endless, stayin friendless
Cali flex the
Kid Frost, Baby Beesh, and the South Park Mex...
(Chorus x2