Luyện nghe bài hát What'cha Gone Do

See im a G from head to toe
The West Coast to let you know
Got a floor that Namonia
Never will i live

poppin, scrapes, scrapin, old school swanging, gold degons
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 movie stars and models
is more Holleywood Boulevard and Roscoes
more east-side browns pat and vato
it up north to the bay when we ghosts ride out locs
your boy colder Tahoe then Robie out Roscoes got a pacaralo
side show on this shure box
gass 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 youck the boss
24's on the yeah it cost a floss
this bitch that you brought yeah sho toss the boss
was the chicken without the sauce?
it off

westside westside G's throw setzi
and represent from felix tooky
to my dudes in the pen[itenciary] to my in groovy
ice cubes on my pack a mac10 uzzy
pussy vertical high like AMG
cause its funky enough DOC
young like Eazy-E
and the whole Cali will it like Tupac and Dre
top dog like SN O P
Daz and Kurupt gin like the DPG
i to pack a hammer tricked crooked eye
make me a rapper a hammer a crooked eye
i like my mommma new banging too shorts
in 86' when rappers all new born
cool man spice one dangerous
Rich for them boss
niggaz slanging the
but on seat is like keep the
we get that mailman like 40 the streets
out Cali..

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