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 with nine point eight tectonic plate quakes
Firm rubber no breaks, California plates State
me sittin on the roof, bumpin Snoop
"Gin and Juice" bout the rides and gang truce
degrees in the winter - tropical weather
and cause L.A. niggaz be all about they cheddar
Hoochie bitches and B.G.'s too big for britches
Curb servin, they up to get richer
Fuck around lil' niggaz comin to get'cha and get wit'cha
Dump until six hit'cha, don't let the sunshine and palm
you get the picture, niggaz be in Hollywood thinkin it's all good
But South of Wilshire, is all hood
Niggaz murder
that night at Tommy's eatin a chili-cheese burger
Menace II Society, that
Kobe and - Lakers bout to bring the championship ring back
From Ladera Heights to Beach
Dime pieces with BMW leases and Cartier
I was born to raise West til my casket drop
Throw up a dub, spittin at the camera 'Pac, ptooey

Chorus: Ras (repeat 2X)

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

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

[Ras
See in L.A., niggaz don't walk, niggaz drive whips with
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 fuck a suit
niggaz dressin like y'all goin to church
Either me and my homies get in like this or we skert
(errrrrrrrrr) and if bullshittin, we just parkin-lot pimpin'
night, Jamaican gold, hip-hop and cheeba
Tuesday lesbian be up in Peanuts (what)
I be fuckin girl and her stud
she said my dick was big, my shit be up in the gut
Waittress tryin to front like we broke, "Whattup loc?"
Give me a Henn' and O.J. slashin Nicole's throat
C-arson nigga, I'm just the emcee
All Love, rest in peace Bigga B.

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