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

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

And them East Coast ought 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 till I die, money multiplied
Gulf Coast in a cadillacs and gold jewlery
Down and dirty hooked up my phones
And we blow big candy
Playa hattin dirty Mex don't 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 cheese full of
And got them super fly tags full of tash
how we do it, hustle fluit runnin through my veins
I got soldiers that'll dump for a change...

around the police, pockets full of hoezies
[Carlos
n swervin jealous man's burden
It's the wizard tha 36
see my ride and wanna say they a virgin
20 inch turnin keep heart hurtin
H-town slicker, buy my German
Sippin' on bourban, woods a burnin'
Back in the I couldn't get one wordin
Now I valet wit boys outta Cali
Playas on pro's like the fuckin valley
If you were me, u'd be by security
House, known for our purity

(Chorus)

2]
Yeah, these west coast with the down south G's
Keys break 'em down the o's and p's
17 shots back 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, SPM, and LOW-G
I'ma in L.A. 'til my very last day
and I'm a Hillwood 'til I die motherfucker
It's a struggle but I gotta bubble baby, believe it
And I said big frost is a hard act to follow...
I guess that's the reason I roll my rival
[3rd verse -

the - Philly Alumni
on the drum I, I
wit the of funk that make a sucka cry
I ain't lie,
but he need no to fly
gettin' sick, wit Salty Waters' livin' life-a
my down wit World Wide Hustlaz
the force that's gon' hop up on the plane
seize, that Beesh without the west coast mary jane
on the east coast, they're whacko for that stack of paper
on the South Side, run wit slangaz and they stack that paper
we screamin' YAAY
wit the baskets of blaze
like Universal wit Def Jam
in the money,
South Mexican and Rasheed makin' power moves ev-ery day
and do a hater we gon' to...

(Chorus x2)

G]
I feel it get crunk and take control like
It's yo boy Low G from the center of the
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 most worse that Dennis
Mmmmm, Me entiendes? Raches
Remember me Low-G the block of rock
Second war with the nine glock
Keep it endless, friendless
Cali the next
Kid Frost, Baby Beesh, Rasheed and the Park Mex...
(Chorus x2