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 with nine 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 winter - weather
and vendettas cause L.A. niggaz be all about they
Hoochie bitches and B.G.'s too big for britches
servin, they double up to get richer
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 of Wilshire, is all hood
committin murder
Later that night at Tommy's eatin a chili-cheese
II Society, seen that
Kobe and Shaq - bout to bring the championship ring back
From Ladera to Venice Beach
Dime pieces with BMW leases and timepieces
I was born to West coast til my casket drop
Throw up a dub, spittin at the camera 'Pac, ptooey

Ras Kass (repeat 2X)

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

[Ras
Three-hundred and ten angels, flossin and nine fdangles(?)
and thirteen sets to gangbang too
Three-hundred and twenty-three hungry homies want
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 nigga, clownin y'all fools
with y'all say like Luther Luffeigh
I swoop L.A. hoe, bendin y'all bitches like clay dough
Fuck what you say doe, these streets are fatal
So everywhere I go I take coast with me
Home of the driveby, Thug and dickies
What you about silk shirts (huh?)
Cross corded snakeskin belts, flippin off the porch
Lesson one - niggaz don't give a fuck
and lesson number two remember lesson one

[Ras
See in L.A., don't walk, niggaz drive whips with beats
Weak niggaz trick, niggaz say bitches ain't shit
but hoes gotta eat too, all be at Club Lingerie
with a gay down to you
But fuck a suit
Y'all niggaz dressin like y'all to church
Either me and my homies get in lookin like this or we
(errrrrrrrrr) and if they bullshittin, we just parkin-lot
Sunday night, Jamaican gold, hip-hop and
Tuesday divas 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 bitch to front like we broke, "Whattup loc?"
Give me a Henn' and O.J. without slashin throat
C-arson nigga, I'm the illest emcee
All California Love, rest in peace B.

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