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, California plates State
Catch me on the roof, bumpin Snoop
"Gin and Juice" reminiscin bout the and gang truce
Seventy degrees in the winter - tropical
and vendettas cause L.A. niggaz be all about they
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 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
Niggaz committin
that night at Tommy's eatin a chili-cheese burger
Menace II Society, that
Kobe and Shaq - bout to bring the championship ring back
Ladera Heights to Venice Beach
Dime pieces BMW leases and Cartier timepieces
I was born to raise West coast til my casket
Throw up a dub, spittin at the camera 'Pac, ptooey

Ras Kass (repeat 2X)

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

Kass]
Three-hundred and ten angels, nine-hundred and nine fdangles(?)
and thirteen 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 the West
Born and raised out there, so - go there
Oh yeah, I'm the illest nigga, y'all fools
with everything y'all say like Luther
I swoop through L.A. hoe, y'all bitches like clay dough
Fuck what you say doe, these streets are fatal
So everywhere I go I take West with me
Home of the driveby, Thug Life and
What you know silk shirts (huh?)
Cross corded snakeskin belts, flippin off the porch
number one - niggaz don't give 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 ain't
but hoes gotta eat too, they all be at Lingerie
with a gay down to you
But a three-piece suit
Y'all niggaz dressin like y'all to church
Either me and my get in lookin like this or we skert
(errrrrrrrrr) and if they bullshittin, we just parkin-lot
night, Jamaican gold, hip-hop and cheeba
Tuesday divas be up in Peanuts (what)
I be baby girl and her stud
Plus she said my dick was big, my be up in the gut
Waittress bitch 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 Love, rest in peace Bigga B.

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