Luyện nghe bài hát What'cha Gone Do

See im a real G from to toe
The whole West Coast to let you
Got a floor that seeks
Never i live California

poppin, scrapes, scrapin, old school swanging, gold degons
hustle gangsters banging
whatch fo colour you and watch for u hangin
for you claiming its B's and C's
this is G's is more palm trees and weed
is than movie stars and models
is than Holleywood Boulevard and Roscoes
more like east-side browns pat and
take it up north to the bay we ghosts ride out locs
your boy flow Tahoe then Robie out Roscoes got a pacaralo
side show 24's on shure box
stepped brake everybody shake it real lops
and it up for Mac Dre and Pac
all on that heify move me call it baywatch
and i'm hasselhoff the boss
24's on the porsche yeah it cost a
Venn this bitch that you yeah sho toss the boss
was the straight without the sauce?
it off

westside G's throw your setzi
and represent felix midgeon tooky
to my dudes in the to my youngsters in groovy
ice cubes on my neck pack a mac10
pussy vertical high like AMG
cause its enough like DOC
young like Eazy-E
and the whole Cali will it like Tupac and Dre
top dog SN double O P
Daz and raised gin like the DPG
i used to pack a hammer crooked eye
y'all me a rapper a hammer a crooked eye
i like my new ports banging too shorts
back in 86' rappers all new born
cool man spice one dangerous
Rich for them boss
niggaz the cain
but on seat is like keep the
we get that mailman 40 bleed the streets
out Cali..

REG IME LBC that's me
i do been since the day of dust shack
the done fashion bricks and big masters
gone coes got swagged your big dad
gang started with the tribe to plee at
kicked down at door up the floor
first motherfuckers to rap for Moore
now be back take a and face it
the Julio Cezar chapped before this rap
to inverce with my toughts i'm a
all rap daddy on your caskets