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 that seeks Namonia
Never will i live

poppin, scrapes, scrapin, old school swanging, triple gold
hustlers hustle gangsters
fo colour you wear 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 than Holleywood Boulevard and Roscoes
like east-side browns pat and vato
take it up north to the bay when we ghosts ride out
your boy flow colder Tahoe then Robie out Roscoes got a
side show 24's on this box
gass stepped everybody shake it real lops
and it up for Mac Dre and Pac
all eyez on that heify move me it baywatch
and i'm youck the boss
24's on the porsche yeah it a floss
Venn this bitch you brought yeah sho toss the boss
was the chicken without the sauce?
it off

westside westside G's your setzi
and represent from felix midgeon
to my dudes in the pen[itenciary] to my in groovy
ice cubes on my neck pack a mac10
pussy vertical high like AMG
cause its enough like DOC
duzine like Eazy-E
and the whole will love it like Tupac and Dre
top dog like SN 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 mommma new ports too shorts
back in 86' when rappers all new
cool man spice one dangerous
Richie Rich for boss
niggaz slanging the
but on seat is like the sneak
we get mailman like 40 bleed the streets
out Cali..

REG IME LBC yeah me
i do been high since the day of shack
the hood done bricks and big masters
gone fresh got swagged your big dad
gang bang started with the to plee at
kicked at door ripped up the floor
first to rap for Sign Moore
now be back take a look and it
the Julio Cezar chapped this rap shit
to with my toughts i'm a classic
all school rap on your caskets