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

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

And them East killas ought to represent
And when we ride together 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 dirty hooked up with my
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, latino's if ever do you gang
Hoggin and doggin cheese full of scratch
And got them super fly fish full of tash
That's how we do it, hustle fluit runnin through my
I got soldiers that'll for a little change...

Ring around the police, pockets full of
[Carlos
Swingin n swervin jealous man's
the wizard tha 36 ozies
Hoe's see my ride and say they a virgin
20 inch turnin keep they hurtin
H-town city slicker, buy my
Sippin' on bourban, back woods a
Back in the days I get one wordin
Now I park valet wit outta Cali
Playas on pro's like the mother valley
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
Keys break 'em down the o's and p's
17 pulled back an squeeze
And I'll ball like a mother C-fee toe
Down with the click, I'm Beesh
I'm in this bitch like PCP, with SPM, and LOW-G
grind in L.A. 'til my very last day
and I'm a Hustla 'til I die motherfucker
It's a struggle but I gotta bubble baby, please it
And like I big frost is a hard act to follow...
I that's the reason I roll with my rival
[3rd - Rasheed]

It's the - Philly
on the drum I, I
wit the type of funk that a sucka cry
I ain't lie,
but he no paper to fly
gettin' sick, wit Salty Lifestyl livin' life-a
my organization down wit World Wide
the homie 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 stack that
we screamin' YAAY
wit the baskets full of
Universal comin' 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 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 hang with the bandit, can't stand it
a mendez, ta win dis
The Menace most that Dennis
Mmmmm, Me Raches apendes
Remember me Low-G the block of rock
Second war with the nine glock
Keep it endless, stayin
Cali flex the
Kid Frost, Beesh, Rasheed and the South Park Mex...
(Chorus x2