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 Coast ought to represent
And when we ride together gonna kill some shit...

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

Ring around the police, full of hoezies
Coy]
Swingin n swervin jealous burden
It's the tha 36 ozies
Hoe's see my ride and say they a virgin
20 inch turnin keep heart hurtin
H-town slicker, buy my German
on bourban, back woods a burnin'
Back in the I couldn't get one wordin
Now I park valet wit boys Cali
Playas on pro's like the mother fuckin
If you were me, u'd be by security
House, known for our purity

(Chorus)

2]
Yeah, these coast riders with the down south G's
Take break 'em down the o's and p's
17 shots back an squeeze
And I'll ball a mother fuckin' C-fee toe
Down with the click, I'm Baby
I'm in this bitch like PCP, with SPM, and LOW-G
I'ma grind in L.A. my very last day
and I'm a Hillwood 'til I die motherfucker
a struggle but I gotta bubble baby, please believe it
And like I said big frost is a act to follow...
I that's the reason I roll with my rival
[3rd verse -

It's the - Alumni
on the drum I, 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 down wit Wide Hustlaz
the homie force gon' hop up on the plane
seize, that Baby Beesh the west coast mary jane
on the east coast, they're whacko for that stack of paper
on the South Side, they run wit slangaz and stack that paper
we screamin' YAAY
wit the baskets full of
like Universal wit Def Jam
in the money,
South Park Mexican and Rasheed makin' power moves 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 the hit, what show you gonna jam in
Can't hang with the bandit, haters can't it
a mendez, ta win dis
The Menace worse that Dennis
Mmmmm, Me Raches apendes
me Low-G from the block of rock
Second war with the nine millemeter
it endless, stayin friendless
Cali flex the
Kid Frost, Baby Beesh, Rasheed and the South Mex...
(Chorus x2