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 point eight tectonic plate
Firm rubber no breaks, California plates Golden
Catch me sittin on the roof, bumpin
"Gin and Juice" reminiscin bout the rides and truce
Seventy degrees in the winter - tropical
and vendettas cause L.A. niggaz be all about they
Hoochie and B.G.'s too big for they britches
Curb servin, they double up to get
Fuck around them lil' niggaz 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 thinkin it's all good
But everything of Wilshire, is all hood
Niggaz committin
Later that at Tommy's eatin a chili-cheese burger
II Society, seen that
Kobe and Shaq - Lakers bout to bring the championship back
From Ladera to Venice Beach
pieces with BMW leases and Cartier timepieces
I was born to raise West coast til my drop
Throw up a dub, spittin at the like 'Pac, ptooey

Ras Kass (repeat 2X)

Would y'all get down for me, 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 and nine fdangles(?)
Two-hundred and sets to gangbang too
and twenty-three hungry homies want steak
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 - go there
Oh yeah, I'm the nigga, clownin y'all fools
with everything y'all say like Luffeigh
I swoop through L.A. hoe, bendin 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, Thug and dickies
What you about silk shirts (huh?)
Cross corded snakeskin belts, flippin off the front
number one - niggaz don't give a fuck
and number two remember lesson number one

[Ras
See in L.A., niggaz don't walk, niggaz drive whips with
Weak niggaz trick, most niggaz say ain't shit
but gotta eat too, they all be at Club Lingerie
with a gay to meet you
But a three-piece suit
Y'all niggaz like 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'
night, Jamaican gold, hip-hop and cheeba
Tuesday lesbian divas be up in (what)
I be fuckin baby 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. without Nicole's throat
C-arson nigga, I'm the illest emcee
All California Love, in peace Bigga B.

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