Luyện nghe bài hát What'cha Gone Do

See im a real G head to toe
The West Coast to let you know
Got a floor seeks Namonia
Never will i live

poppin, scrapes, scrapin, old school swanging, gold degons
hustlers gangsters banging
whatch fo colour you and watch for u hangin
whatch for you its B's and C's
this is G's is more palm trees and weed
is more than stars and models
is more than Holleywood and Roscoes
like east-side browns pat and vato
take it up to the bay when we ghosts ride out locs
your boy flow colder Tahoe then out Roscoes got a pacaralo
side show on this shure box
gass stepped brake everybody shake it real
and it up for Mac Dre and Pac
all eyez on that heify move me call it
and i'm hasselhoff the boss
on the porsche yeah it cost a floss
Venn this bitch that you brought yeah sho the boss
was the chicken without the sauce?
it off

westside G's throw your setzi
and represent from midgeon tooky
to my dudes in the to my youngsters in groovy
ice cubes on my neck pack a uzzy
only pussy vertical like AMG
cause its funky enough DOC
young duzine Eazy-E
and the whole Cali love it like Tupac and Dre
top dog like SN O P
Daz and Kurupt gin like the DPG
i used to pack a hammer crooked eye
y'all make me a a hammer a crooked eye
i like my mommma new ports banging too
in 86' when rappers all new born
cool man spice one dangerous
Richie for them boss
niggaz the cain
but on seat is keep the sneak
we get that mailman like 40 the streets
out Cali..

REG IME LBC yeah me
i do high since the day of dust shack
the done fashion bricks and big masters
gone fresh coes got your big dad
bang started with the tribe to plee at
kicked at door ripped up the floor
motherfuckers to rap for Sign Moore
now be back take a and face it
the Julio Cezar before this rap shit
to inverce with my toughts i'm a
all school rap on your caskets