Luyện nghe bài hát What'cha Gone Do

See im a G from head to toe
The whole Coast to let you know
Got a that seeks Namonia
Never will i California

poppin, scrapes, scrapin, old swanging, triple 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 than trees and weed
is more than movie and models
is more than Holleywood and Roscoes
more like 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 on this shure box
stepped brake everybody shake it real lops
and it up for Mac Dre and Pac
all eyez on that heify me call it baywatch
and i'm youck the boss
24's on the yeah it cost a floss
Venn this bitch that you yeah sho toss the boss
was the chicken without the sauce?
it off

westside westside G's throw setzi
and from felix midgeon tooky
to my dudes in the pen[itenciary] to my youngsters in
ice cubes on my pack a mac10 uzzy
only pussy vertical like AMG
cause its funky enough DOC
young duzine like
and the whole Cali will love it Tupac and Dre
top dog like SN O P
Daz and raised gin like the DPG
i used to a hammer tricked crooked eye
y'all make me a rapper a hammer a eye
i like my mommma new ports too shorts
back in 86' rappers all new born
man spice one dangerous thing
Richie Rich for boss
niggaz slanging the
but on is like keep 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 dust
the done fashion bricks and big masters
gone fresh got swagged your big dad
gang started with the tribe to plee at
down at door ripped up the floor
first to rap for Sign Moore
now be back take a and face it
the Cezar chapped before this rap shit
to inverce with my i'm a classic
all school rap on your caskets