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

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

And them East killas ought to represent
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 till I die, money multiplied
Coast in a hurry cadillacs and gold jewlery
Down and dirty up with my phones
And we blow big cane
Playa hattin Mex don't understand tha game
I do it cause 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 fish full of tash
That's how we do it, hustle fluit through my veins
I got that'll 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 ride and wanna say they a
20 turnin keep they heart hurtin
city slicker, buy my German
Sippin' on bourban, back woods a
in the days I couldn't get one wordin
Now I park valet wit boys outta
Playas on pro's the mother fuckin valley
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 break 'em the o's and p's
17 pulled back an squeeze
And I'll like a mother fuckin' C-fee toe
Down with the click, I'm Beesh
I'm laced in this bitch like PCP, with SPM, and
I'ma grind in L.A. 'til my very day
and I'm a Hillwood 'til I die motherfucker
It's a struggle but I gotta baby, please believe it
And like I said big frost is a act to follow...
I guess that's the reason I with my rival
[3rd verse -

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

(Chorus x2)

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