Luyện nghe bài hát West Coast Mentality

[Ras
three, hehe
It's-just-thug-men-tal-i-ty, nigga..
Ha, YEAHHH, ha, yeah-YEAHHH, uh-uhh, uhh..

Ras Kass register Richter with nine point eight tectonic quakes
Firm rubber no breaks, California Golden State
Catch me on the roof, bumpin Snoop
"Gin and Juice" bout the rides and gang truce
Seventy degrees in the winter - weather
and vendettas L.A. niggaz be all about they cheddar
Hoochie bitches and B.G.'s too big for they
servin, they double up to get richer
Fuck around them lil' niggaz comin to get'cha and get
Dump until six hit'cha, don't let the sunshine and trees
fool you get the picture, niggaz be in Hollywood thinkin all good
But everything South of Wilshire, is all
Niggaz committin
Later that night at Tommy's a chili-cheese burger
II Society, seen that
Kobe and Shaq - bout to bring the championship ring back
Ladera Heights to Venice Beach
Dime pieces with BMW and Cartier timepieces
I was to raise West coast til my casket drop
Throw up a dub, spittin at the like 'Pac, ptooey

Chorus: Ras (repeat 2X)

Would get down for me, I'ma represent my town
so y'all represent town for me
If a G's gettin made, put it down me
that's a West Coast Mentality

[Ras
Three-hundred and ten angels, flossin nine-hundred and fdangles(?)
Two-hundred and thirteen to gangbang too
and twenty-three hungry homies want steak
Never been greedy, if I ate/eight, (donate)
So if I gotta choose a coast, I got to the West
Born and out there, so don't - go there
Oh yeah, I'm the nigga, clownin y'all fools
with everything say like Luther Luffeigh
I through L.A. hoe, bendin y'all bitches like clay dough
Fuck what you say doe, these are fatal pendejo
So I go I take West coast with me
Home of the driveby, Life and dickies
What you know about silk (huh?)
Cross corded snakeskin belts, flippin off the porch
Lesson number one - don't give a fuck
and lesson number two remember number one

[Ras
See in L.A., niggaz don't walk, niggaz drive with beats
Weak trick, most niggaz say bitches ain't shit
but hoes gotta eat too, they all be at Lingerie
with a gay down to you
But fuck a suit
Y'all niggaz dressin y'all goin to church
Either me and my homies get in lookin like or we skert
(errrrrrrrrr) and if they bullshittin, we just parkin-lot
Sunday night, Jamaican gold, hip-hop and
Tuesday lesbian be up in Peanuts (what)
I be fuckin baby girl and her
Plus she my dick was big, my shit be up in the gut
bitch tryin to front like we broke, "Whattup loc?"
Give me a Henn' and O.J. without slashin throat
C-arson nigga, I'm just the emcee
All California Love, in peace Bigga B.

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