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

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

And East Coast killas ought to represent
And when we ride together we're gonna some shit...

1]
I got my mind made up, I'm strapped and I'm high
West Side till I die, multiplied
Gulf Coast in a cadillacs and gold jewlery
and dirty hooked 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
beach, baby beth, latino's if ever do you gang bang
Hoggin and doggin cheddar cheese full of
And got them fly fish tags full of tash
That's how we do it, fluit runnin through my veins
I got soldiers that'll dump for a change...

Ring the police, pockets full of hoezies
[Carlos
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
H-town slicker, buy my German
Sippin' on bourban, back woods a
Back in the I couldn't get one wordin
Now I park wit boys outta Cali
Playas on pro's like the mother valley
If you me, u'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, for our purity

(Chorus)

2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the 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 the click, I'm Baby Beesh
I'm laced in bitch like PCP, with SPM, and LOW-G
grind in L.A. 'til my very 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 big frost is a hard act to follow...
I guess that's the reason I with my rival
verse - Rasheed]

It's the - Philly
on the I, come I
wit the type of funk make a sucka cry
I ain't lie,
but he no paper to fly
gettin' sick, wit Salty Waters' Lifestyl life-a
my organization wit World Wide Hustlaz
the homie force gon' hop up on the plane
seize, that Baby Beesh without the west mary jane
on the coast, they're going whacko for that stack of paper
on the South Side, they run wit slangaz and they that paper
we screamin' YAAY
wit the baskets 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 feel it get crunk and control like Janet
yo boy Low G from the center of the planet
When you hear the hit, what show you jam in
Can't hang the bandit, haters can't stand it
a mendez, ta win dis
The Menace most that Dennis
Mmmmm, Me entiendes? Raches
Remember me from the block of rock
war with the nine millemeter glock
Keep it endless, friendless
Cali flex the
Kid Frost, Baby Beesh, Rasheed and the South Mex...
(Chorus x2