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 point eight tectonic plate quakes
Firm rubber no breaks, California Golden State
Catch me sittin on the roof, bumpin
"Gin and Juice" reminiscin the rides and gang truce
Seventy degrees in the - tropical weather
and vendettas L.A. niggaz be all about they cheddar
Hoochie bitches and B.G.'s too big for they
Curb servin, they double up to get
Fuck around them lil' niggaz comin to and get wit'cha
Dump six hit'cha, don't let the sunshine and palm trees
fool you get the picture, niggaz be in Hollywood it's all good
But South of Wilshire, is all hood
Niggaz committin
Later that night at Tommy's eatin a chili-cheese
II Society, seen that
Kobe and Shaq - Lakers bout to bring the ring back
From Heights to Venice Beach
pieces with BMW leases and Cartier timepieces
I was born to raise West til my casket drop
Throw up a dub, spittin at the camera 'Pac, ptooey

Ras Kass (repeat 2X)

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

[Ras
and ten angels, flossin nine-hundred and nine fdangles(?)
Two-hundred and thirteen sets to too
Three-hundred and hungry homies want steak
Never greedy, if I ate/eight, one-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 y'all
with everything y'all say like Luther
I swoop through L.A. hoe, y'all bitches like clay dough
Fuck you say doe, these streets are fatal pendejo
So everywhere I go I take West coast me
Home of the driveby, Life and dickies
What you know about shirts (huh?)
Cross corded belts, flippin off the front porch
Lesson number one - niggaz give a fuck
and lesson number two remember lesson one

[Ras
See in L.A., niggaz don't walk, drive whips with beats
Weak niggaz trick, most niggaz say ain't shit
but hoes gotta eat too, all be at Club Lingerie
a gay down to meet you
But fuck a three-piece
Y'all niggaz dressin 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'
Sunday night, Jamaican gold, and cheeba
Tuesday divas be up in Peanuts (what)
I be fuckin baby girl and her
Plus she said my was big, my shit be up in the gut
bitch tryin to front like we broke, "Whattup loc?"
Give me a and O.J. without slashin Nicole's throat
C-arson nigga, I'm just the emcee
All California Love, rest in Bigga B.

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