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

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

And them East Coast killas ought to
And when we ride together we're 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 cadillacs and gold jewlery
Down and dirty up with my phones
And we blow big cane
Playa hattin dirty Mex don't understand tha
I can't do it I'm all about my money man
beach, baby beth, latino's if ever do you gang bang
Hoggin and cheddar cheese full of scratch
And got them super fly tags full of tash
That's how we do it, fluit runnin through my veins
I got soldiers dump for a little change...

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

(Chorus)

2]
Yeah, these west riders with the down south G's
Keys break 'em down the o's and p's
17 shots back an squeeze
And I'll ball like a mother fuckin' toe
Down with the click, I'm Baby
I'm laced in this like PCP, with SPM, and LOW-G
I'ma grind in L.A. 'til my very day
and I'm a Hillwood Hustla 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
verse - Rasheed]

It's the - Alumni
on the drum I, I
wit the type of funk make a sucka cry
I gon' lie,
but he need no to fly
gettin' sick, wit Salty Waters' livin' life-a
my organization down wit Wide Hustlaz
the homie force that's hop up on the plane
seize, that Baby Beesh without the coast mary jane
on the east coast, they're going for that stack of paper
on the Side, they run wit slangaz and they stack that paper
we YAAY YAAY
wit the baskets full of
like comin' 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 control like Janet
yo boy Low G from the center of the planet
When you hear the hit, show you gonna jam in
Can't with the bandit, haters can't stand it
a mendez, ta win dis
The most worse that Dennis
Mmmmm, Me entiendes? apendes
Remember me Low-G the block of rock
Second war the nine millemeter glock
Keep it endless, friendless
Cali flex the
Kid Frost, Baby Beesh, Rasheed and the Park Mex...
(Chorus x2