Luyện nghe bài hát What'cha Gone Do

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

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

westside westside G's throw your
and from felix midgeon tooky
to my dudes in the pen[itenciary] to my in groovy
ice cubes on my neck pack a mac10
only vertical high like AMG
its funky enough like DOC
young like Eazy-E
and the whole Cali love it like Tupac and Dre
top dog SN double O P
Daz and raised gin like the DPG
i used to a hammer tricked crooked eye
y'all make me a rapper a a crooked eye
i like my mommma new banging too shorts
back in 86' rappers all new born
cool man spice one thing
Richie Rich for them
niggaz slanging the
but on is like keep the sneak
we get that mailman 40 bleed the streets
out Cali..

REG IME LBC that's me
i do been high since the day of dust
the hood done bricks and big masters
gone fresh got swagged your big dad
bang started with the tribe to plee at
kicked down at ripped up the floor
first motherfuckers to rap for Moore
now be back a look and face it
the Cezar chapped before this rap shit
to inverce with my i'm a classic
all school rap daddy on your