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

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

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

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

Ring around the police, full of hoezies
Coy]
Swingin n jealous man's burden
It's the wizard tha 36
Hoe's see my ride and wanna say they a
20 inch turnin keep heart hurtin
H-town city slicker, buy my
Sippin' on bourban, back woods a
in the days I couldn't get one wordin
Now I park valet wit boys Cali
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, these west coast riders the down south G's
Take Keys 'em down 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 this bitch like PCP, SPM, and LOW-G
grind in L.A. 'til my very last day
and I'm a Hillwood 'til I die motherfucker
It's a but I gotta 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
[3rd - Rasheed]

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

(Chorus x2)

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