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
rubber no breaks, California plates Golden State
Catch me sittin on the roof, bumpin
"Gin and Juice" reminiscin bout the rides and truce
Seventy degrees in the winter - weather
and vendettas cause L.A. niggaz be all about cheddar
Hoochie and B.G.'s too big for they britches
Curb servin, they double up to get
Fuck them lil' niggaz comin to get'cha and get wit'cha
until six hit'cha, don't 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
committin murder
Later that at Tommy's eatin a chili-cheese burger
II Society, seen that
Kobe and Shaq - Lakers bout to bring the championship ring
Ladera Heights to Venice Beach
Dime pieces BMW leases and Cartier timepieces
I was to raise West coast til my casket drop
Throw up a dub, at the camera like 'Pac, ptooey

Chorus: Ras (repeat 2X)

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

[Ras
Three-hundred and ten angels, flossin nine-hundred and fdangles(?)
and thirteen sets to gangbang too
Three-hundred and hungry 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 - go there
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 like dough
Fuck you say doe, these streets are fatal pendejo
So I go I take West coast with me
Home of the driveby, Life and dickies
What you know about shirts (huh?)
Cross corded snakeskin belts, flippin off the front
Lesson number one - niggaz don't give a
and lesson number two remember lesson one

[Ras
See in L.A., niggaz don't walk, niggaz drive with beats
niggaz trick, most niggaz say bitches ain't shit
but hoes eat too, they all be at Club Lingerie
with a gay down to you
But fuck a three-piece
Y'all niggaz dressin y'all goin to church
me and my homies get in lookin like this or we skert
(errrrrrrrrr) and if they bullshittin, we just pimpin'
Sunday night, Jamaican gold, and cheeba
lesbian divas be up in Peanuts (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 slashin Nicole's
nigga, I'm just the illest emcee
All California Love, in peace Bigga B.

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