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

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

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

1]
I got my made up, I'm strapped and I'm riddin high
West till I die, money multiplied
Gulf Coast in a hurry cadillacs and jewlery
Down and dirty up with my phones
And we blow big cane
Playa hattin Mex don't understand tha game
I can't do it cause I'm all about my man
Baby beach, baby beth, latino's if ever do you gang
Hoggin and doggin cheddar cheese full of
And got them super fly fish tags full of
That's how we do it, hustle fluit runnin through my
I got soldiers that'll for a little change...

Ring around the police, full of hoezies
[Carlos
n swervin jealous man's burden
It's the wizard tha 36
see my ride and wanna say they a virgin
20 inch turnin keep they heart
city slicker, buy my German
Sippin' on bourban, woods a burnin'
Back in the days I couldn't get one
Now I valet wit boys outta Cali
Playas on pro's like the mother fuckin
If you were me, u'd be by security
Dope House, for our purity

(Chorus)

2]
Yeah, west coast riders with the down south G's
Take Keys 'em down the o's and p's
17 shots pulled an squeeze
And I'll ball like a mother C-fee toe
Down the click, I'm Baby Beesh
I'm laced in this like PCP, with SPM, and LOW-G
I'ma in L.A. 'til my very last day
and I'm a Hustla 'til I die motherfucker
a struggle but I gotta bubble baby, please believe it
And like I said big is a hard act to follow...
I guess that's the reason I with my rival
verse - Rasheed]

It's the - Philly
on the I, come I
wit the type of funk make a sucka cry
I ain't lie,
but he need no to fly
gettin' sick, wit Salty Waters' Lifestyl livin'
my organization wit World Wide Hustlaz
the homie force that's gon' hop up on the
seize, that Baby Beesh without the west mary jane
on the east coast, they're going whacko for stack of paper
on the South Side, they run wit slangaz and they stack paper
we screamin' YAAY
wit the baskets of blaze
like Universal wit Def Jam
in the money,
South Park Mexican and Rasheed makin' power ev-ery day
and do a we gon' have to...

(Chorus x2)

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