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 them Coast killas ought to represent
And we ride together we're gonna kill some shit...

1]
I got my mind made up, I'm and I'm riddin high
West Side I die, money multiplied
Gulf Coast in a hurry and gold jewlery
Down and dirty hooked up my phones
And we blow big candy
hattin dirty Mex don't understand tha game
I can't do it I'm all about my money man
Baby beach, baby beth, if ever do you gang bang
Hoggin and doggin cheddar cheese full of
And got them super fly tags full of tash
how we do it, hustle fluit runnin through my veins
I got soldiers that'll dump for a change...

around the police, pockets full of hoezies
[Carlos
Swingin n swervin jealous burden
It's the wizard tha 36
Hoe's see my 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 I couldn't get one wordin
Now I park valet wit boys outta
Playas on pro's like the mother fuckin
If you me, u'd be surrounded by security
House, known for our purity

(Chorus)

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

It's the - Philly
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 Waters' Lifestyl livin'
my organization wit World Wide Hustlaz
the force that's gon' hop up on the plane
seize, that Baby Beesh without the west mary jane
on the east coast, they're whacko for that stack of paper
on the South Side, they run wit and they stack that paper
we screamin' YAAY
wit the baskets full of
Universal comin' wit Def Jam
in the money,
South Park Mexican and Rasheed makin' moves ev-ery day
and do a hater we have to...

(Chorus x2)

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