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 nine point eight tectonic plate quakes
Firm rubber no breaks, plates Golden State
Catch me sittin on the roof, bumpin
"Gin and Juice" reminiscin bout the rides and truce
Seventy degrees in the - tropical weather
and cause L.A. niggaz be all about they cheddar
bitches and B.G.'s too big for they britches
Curb servin, they up to get richer
Fuck around them lil' 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 thinkin it's all
But everything South of Wilshire, is all
Niggaz murder
Later that night at Tommy's eatin a burger
II Society, seen that
Kobe and Shaq - bout to bring the championship ring back
Ladera Heights to Venice Beach
Dime pieces with BMW and Cartier timepieces
I was born to raise West coast til my casket
up a dub, spittin at the camera like 'Pac, ptooey

Chorus: Ras (repeat 2X)

Would y'all get down for me, I'ma 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(?)
Two-hundred and thirteen sets to too
Three-hundred and twenty-three hungry homies steak
been 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 nigga, clownin y'all fools
with everything y'all say like Luffeigh
I swoop L.A. hoe, bendin y'all bitches like clay dough
Fuck what you say doe, these streets are pendejo
So everywhere I go I take coast with me
Home of the driveby, Life and dickies
What you know about silk (huh?)
Cross snakeskin belts, flippin off the front porch
Lesson number one - niggaz don't give a
and lesson number two remember number one

[Ras
See in L.A., niggaz don't walk, niggaz drive with beats
Weak niggaz trick, most niggaz say bitches ain't
but hoes gotta eat too, they all be at Lingerie
with a gay down to you
But fuck a suit
Y'all niggaz dressin like y'all goin to
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 divas be up in (what)
I be fuckin baby girl and her
Plus she said my 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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