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 eight tectonic plate quakes
Firm rubber no breaks, California plates Golden
Catch me sittin on the roof, Snoop
"Gin and Juice" bout the rides and gang truce
Seventy degrees in the winter - tropical
and vendettas cause L.A. niggaz be all about they
Hoochie bitches and B.G.'s too big for britches
Curb servin, they double up to get
around them lil' niggaz comin to get'cha and get wit'cha
Dump until six hit'cha, let the sunshine and palm trees
fool you get the picture, niggaz be in Hollywood 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 ring
From Ladera Heights to Beach
Dime pieces with BMW leases and timepieces
I was born to raise West til my casket drop
Throw up a dub, spittin at the camera like 'Pac,

Ras Kass (repeat 2X)

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

[Ras
Three-hundred and ten angels, flossin nine-hundred and fdangles(?)
and thirteen sets to gangbang too
Three-hundred and twenty-three hungry want steak
been greedy, if I ate/eight, one-eight (donate)
So if I gotta choose a coast, I got to the West
Born and raised out there, so don't - go
Oh yeah, I'm the illest nigga, clownin fools
with y'all say like Luther Luffeigh
I swoop through L.A. hoe, bendin y'all bitches like dough
Fuck what you say doe, streets are fatal pendejo
So everywhere I go I take coast with me
Home of the driveby, Life and dickies
What you know about silk (huh?)
Cross corded snakeskin belts, 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 walk, niggaz drive whips with beats
niggaz 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 a three-piece suit
Y'all niggaz dressin like goin to church
me and my homies get in lookin like this or we skert
(errrrrrrrrr) and if they bullshittin, we parkin-lot pimpin'
Sunday night, gold, hip-hop and cheeba
Tuesday lesbian divas be up in (what)
I be fuckin girl and her stud
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. slashin Nicole's throat
C-arson nigga, I'm the illest emcee
All California Love, in peace Bigga B.

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