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

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

And them East killas ought to represent
And we ride together we're gonna kill some 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 cadillacs and gold jewlery
Down and dirty up with my phones
And we big candy cane
Playa hattin dirty Mex don't understand tha
I can't do it I'm all about my money man
Baby beach, baby beth, latino's if ever do you gang
and doggin cheddar cheese full of scratch
And got super fly fish tags 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
[Carlos
Swingin n swervin man's burden
It's the wizard tha 36
see my ride and wanna say they a virgin
20 inch turnin keep they heart
H-town city slicker, buy my
Sippin' on bourban, back woods a
Back in the I couldn't get one wordin
Now I park valet wit boys outta
Playas on pro's the mother fuckin valley
If you me, u'd be surrounded by security
House, known for our purity

(Chorus)

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

It's the - Alumni
on the drum I, I
wit the type of funk that make a cry
I gon' lie,
but he no paper to fly
sick, wit Salty Waters' Lifestyl livin' life-a
my organization down wit Wide Hustlaz
the force that's gon' hop up on the plane
seize, that Baby without the west coast mary jane
on the east coast, they're going whacko for stack of paper
on the South Side, they run wit slangaz and they that paper
we screamin' 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 take like Janet
yo boy Low G from the center of the planet
When you hear the hit, what 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 Raches apendes
me Low-G from the block of rock
Second war with the nine glock
it endless, stayin friendless
Cali flex the
Kid Frost, Baby Beesh, Rasheed and the Park Mex...
(Chorus x2