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
Firm rubber no breaks, California plates State
Catch me on the roof, bumpin Snoop
"Gin and Juice" reminiscin bout the rides and gang
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
Curb servin, they double up to get
Fuck around them niggaz comin to get'cha and get wit'cha
Dump until six hit'cha, don't let the sunshine and 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 night at Tommy's a chili-cheese burger
II Society, seen that
Kobe and Shaq - bout to bring the championship ring back
From Ladera Heights to Beach
Dime pieces with BMW and Cartier timepieces
I was born to raise coast 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, represent my town
so y'all represent town for me
If a G's gettin made, put it down me
Homey that's a West Mentality

[Ras
Three-hundred and ten angels, flossin nine-hundred and fdangles(?)
Two-hundred and sets to gangbang too
Three-hundred and twenty-three homies want steak
Never been greedy, if I ate/eight, (donate)
So if I gotta choose a coast, I got to choose the
Born and raised out there, so don't - go
Oh yeah, I'm the illest nigga, y'all fools
with y'all say like Luther Luffeigh
I swoop through L.A. hoe, bendin y'all bitches clay dough
Fuck what you say doe, these streets are pendejo
So I go I take West coast with me
Home of the driveby, Thug and dickies
What you know about shirts (huh?)
Cross corded belts, flippin off the front porch
Lesson number one - niggaz don't a fuck
and lesson number two remember lesson one

[Ras
See in L.A., niggaz don't walk, niggaz drive with beats
Weak niggaz trick, most say bitches 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 like goin to church
Either me and my homies get in lookin like this or we
(errrrrrrrrr) and if they bullshittin, we parkin-lot pimpin'
Sunday night, Jamaican gold, hip-hop and
Tuesday lesbian be up in Peanuts (what)
I be fuckin baby girl and her
Plus she my dick was big, my shit be up in the gut
Waittress tryin to front 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 California Love, in peace Bigga B.

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