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 point eight tectonic plate quakes
rubber no breaks, California plates Golden State
Catch me on the roof, bumpin Snoop
"Gin and Juice" bout the rides and gang truce
Seventy degrees in the - tropical weather
and vendettas cause L.A. niggaz be all they cheddar
Hoochie bitches and B.G.'s too big for britches
servin, they double up to get richer
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, be in Hollywood 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 to bring the championship ring back
From Ladera Heights to Venice
Dime pieces BMW leases and Cartier timepieces
I was born to raise coast til my casket drop
Throw up a dub, at the camera like 'Pac, ptooey

Ras Kass (repeat 2X)

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

Kass]
Three-hundred and ten angels, nine-hundred and nine fdangles(?)
Two-hundred and thirteen to gangbang too
Three-hundred and hungry homies want steak
Never greedy, if I ate/eight, one-eight (donate)
So if I gotta choose a coast, I got to choose the
Born and raised out there, so - go there
Oh yeah, I'm the illest nigga, y'all fools
with everything say like Luther Luffeigh
I swoop through L.A. hoe, bendin y'all like clay dough
Fuck what you say doe, streets are fatal pendejo
So everywhere I go I take West with me
of the driveby, Thug Life and dickies
What you know about silk (huh?)
Cross corded snakeskin belts, flippin off the front
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 shit
but hoes gotta eat too, all be at Club Lingerie
a gay down to meet you
But fuck a suit
niggaz dressin like y'all goin to church
Either me and my homies get in like this or we skert
(errrrrrrrrr) and if they bullshittin, we just pimpin'
Sunday night, Jamaican gold, and cheeba
Tuesday lesbian divas be up in (what)
I be fuckin baby girl and her
Plus she my dick was big, my shit be up in the gut
Waittress bitch tryin to like we broke, "Whattup loc?"
me a Henn' and O.J. without slashin Nicole's throat
C-arson nigga, I'm just the illest
All Love, rest in peace Bigga B.

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