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

Chorus: Ras (repeat 2X)

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

Kass]
Three-hundred and ten angels, flossin and nine fdangles(?)
Two-hundred and sets to gangbang too
Three-hundred and twenty-three hungry homies want
Never greedy, if I ate/eight, one-eight (donate)
So if I choose a coast, I got to choose the West
Born and raised out there, so don't - go
Oh yeah, I'm the illest nigga, clownin y'all
with everything say like Luther Luffeigh
I swoop through L.A. hoe, bendin y'all bitches 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?)
corded snakeskin belts, flippin off the front porch
Lesson number one - niggaz don't give a
and lesson number two remember lesson one

[Ras
See in L.A., niggaz don't walk, niggaz whips with beats
Weak trick, most niggaz say bitches ain't shit
but hoes gotta eat too, all be at Club Lingerie
with a gay to meet you
But fuck a suit
Y'all dressin like y'all goin to church
Either me and my homies get in like this or we skert
(errrrrrrrrr) and if they bullshittin, we just parkin-lot
night, Jamaican gold, hip-hop and cheeba
Tuesday divas 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 bitch to front like we broke, "Whattup loc?"
Give me a Henn' and O.J. without slashin throat
C-arson nigga, I'm the illest emcee
All California Love, rest in peace B.

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