Luyện nghe bài hát West Coast Mentality

[Ras
Strike three,
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 plates State
Catch me sittin on the roof, Snoop
"Gin and Juice" reminiscin bout the rides and gang
Seventy degrees in the winter - weather
and vendettas cause L.A. niggaz be all they cheddar
Hoochie and B.G.'s too big for they britches
Curb servin, they up to get richer
Fuck around them niggaz comin to get'cha and get wit'cha
Dump until six hit'cha, don't let the sunshine and palm
fool you get the picture, niggaz be in thinkin it's all good
But everything South of Wilshire, is all
committin murder
Later that night at Tommy's eatin a burger
Menace II Society, that
Kobe and Shaq - Lakers bout to bring the championship back
From Ladera Heights to Venice
Dime pieces with BMW leases and Cartier
I was born to raise coast til my casket drop
Throw up a dub, at the camera like 'Pac, ptooey

Chorus: Ras (repeat 2X)

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

Kass]
Three-hundred and ten angels, flossin and nine fdangles(?)
and thirteen sets to gangbang too
Three-hundred and twenty-three hungry homies steak
Never been greedy, if I ate/eight, (donate)
So if I choose a coast, I got to choose the West
Born and raised out there, so - go there
Oh yeah, I'm the illest nigga, clownin fools
with y'all say like Luther Luffeigh
I swoop through L.A. hoe, bendin bitches like clay dough
what you say doe, these streets are fatal pendejo
So everywhere I go I take coast with me
Home of the driveby, Thug Life and
What you know about silk (huh?)
Cross corded belts, flippin off the front porch
number one - niggaz 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 niggaz trick, most niggaz say bitches ain't
but hoes gotta eat too, they all be at Club
with a gay to meet you
But a three-piece suit
Y'all niggaz dressin y'all goin to church
Either me and my homies get in lookin like this or we
(errrrrrrrrr) and if bullshittin, we just parkin-lot pimpin'
Sunday night, Jamaican gold, and cheeba
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
Waittress bitch to front like we broke, "Whattup loc?"
Give me a Henn' and O.J. without slashin Nicole's
C-arson nigga, I'm just the illest
All California Love, rest in peace B.

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