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 nine point eight tectonic quakes
Firm rubber no breaks, plates Golden State
Catch me sittin on the roof, Snoop
"Gin and Juice" reminiscin bout the rides and gang
Seventy degrees in the winter - weather
and vendettas L.A. niggaz be all about they cheddar
Hoochie bitches and B.G.'s too big for they
Curb servin, they up to get richer
Fuck around them lil' niggaz to get'cha and get wit'cha
Dump until six hit'cha, don't let the and palm trees
fool you get the picture, niggaz be in Hollywood thinkin all good
But South of Wilshire, is all hood
Niggaz murder
Later that night at Tommy's a chili-cheese burger
II Society, seen that
Kobe and Shaq - Lakers bout to bring the ring back
Ladera Heights to Venice 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,

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 gettin made, put it with me
Homey a West Coast Mentality

[Ras
Three-hundred and ten angels, nine-hundred and nine fdangles(?)
and thirteen sets to gangbang too
Three-hundred and twenty-three hungry want steak
Never been greedy, if I ate/eight, (donate)
So if I choose a coast, I got to choose the West
Born and out there, so don't - go there
Oh yeah, I'm the nigga, clownin y'all fools
with everything say like Luther Luffeigh
I swoop through L.A. hoe, y'all bitches like clay dough
Fuck what you say doe, these are fatal pendejo
So everywhere I go I take coast with me
Home of the driveby, Thug Life and
you know about silk shirts (huh?)
Cross corded snakeskin belts, off the front porch
Lesson number one - niggaz don't a fuck
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 shit
but hoes gotta eat too, they all be at Lingerie
with a gay down to you
But fuck a three-piece
Y'all dressin like y'all goin to church
Either me and my get in lookin like this or we skert
(errrrrrrrrr) and if they bullshittin, we just parkin-lot
Sunday night, Jamaican gold, hip-hop and
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
Waittress bitch tryin to front we broke, "Whattup loc?"
Give me a and O.J. without slashin Nicole's throat
C-arson nigga, I'm just the emcee
All Love, rest in peace Bigga B.

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