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 seeks Namonia
will i live California

poppin, scrapes, scrapin, old swanging, triple gold degons
hustlers hustle gangsters
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 palm trees and
is more than movie stars and
is than Holleywood Boulevard and Roscoes
more like browns pat and vato
take it up north to the bay when we ghosts out locs
your boy flow colder Tahoe Robie out Roscoes got a pacaralo
side 24's on this shure box
gass brake everybody shake it real lops
and it up for Mac Dre and Pac
all eyez on that heify move me call it
and i'm youck the boss
24's on the porsche yeah it a floss
Venn this bitch that you brought sho toss the boss
was the chicken straight the sauce?
it off

westside westside G's throw setzi
and represent felix 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 like Eazy-E
and the Cali will love it like Tupac and Dre
top dog like SN O P
Daz and Kurupt raised gin the DPG
i used to pack a tricked crooked eye
y'all me a rapper a hammer a crooked eye
i like my mommma new ports too shorts
in 86' when rappers all new born
cool man one dangerous thing
Rich for them boss
niggaz slanging the
but on seat is like the sneak
we get that mailman like 40 the streets
out Cali..

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