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

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

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

1]
I got my made up, I'm strapped and I'm riddin high
West Side till I die, money
Coast in a hurry cadillacs and gold jewlery
Down and dirty 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
Baby beach, beth, latino's if ever do you gang bang
Hoggin and doggin cheddar cheese full of
And got them super fly fish tags full of
That's how we do it, hustle fluit runnin my veins
I got soldiers dump for a little change...

around the police, pockets full of hoezies
[Carlos
Swingin n swervin jealous burden
It's the tha 36 ozies
Hoe's see my ride and say they a virgin
20 inch keep they heart hurtin
city slicker, buy my German
Sippin' on bourban, woods a burnin'
in the days I couldn't get one wordin
Now I park wit boys outta Cali
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 with the south G's
Keys break 'em down the o's and p's
17 shots pulled an squeeze
And I'll ball like a mother C-fee toe
with the click, I'm Baby Beesh
I'm laced in this bitch like PCP, with SPM, and
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 bubble baby, please it
And like I said big is a hard act to follow...
I guess that's the reason I with my rival
[3rd verse -

the - Philly Alumni
on the I, come I
wit the type of funk that make a cry
I gon' lie,
but he no paper to fly
gettin' sick, wit Salty Waters' Lifestyl livin'
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 and they stack that paper
we YAAY YAAY
wit the baskets full of
like comin' wit Def Jam
in the money,
South Park Mexican and Rasheed makin' power moves day
and do a hater we have to...

(Chorus x2)

G]
I feel it get crunk and take like Janet
It's yo boy Low G from the center of the
When you hear the hit, show you gonna jam in
Can't hang with the bandit, haters stand it
a mendez, ta win dis
The most worse that Dennis
Mmmmm, Me entiendes? Raches
Remember me Low-G from the block of
Second war with the millemeter glock
Keep it endless, friendless
flex the next
Kid Frost, Beesh, Rasheed and the South Park Mex...
(Chorus x2