Luyện nghe bài hát What'cha Gone Do

See im a real G from to toe
The West Coast to let you know
Got a floor that seeks
will i live California

poppin, scrapes, scrapin, old school swanging, triple gold
hustle gangsters banging
whatch fo colour you and watch for u hangin
for you claiming its B's and C's
this is G's is more than palm trees and
is more than movie stars and
is more than Boulevard and Roscoes
like east-side browns pat and vato
take it up north to the bay when we ghosts out locs
your boy flow colder Tahoe then Robie out got a pacaralo
side show on this shure box
stepped 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 hasselhoff the
24's on the yeah it cost a floss
Venn this that you brought yeah sho toss the boss
was the straight without the sauce?
it off

westside G's throw your setzi
and represent from felix midgeon
to my in the pen[itenciary] to my youngsters in groovy
ice cubes on my neck a mac10 uzzy
only pussy high like AMG
cause its funky like DOC
young like Eazy-E
and the whole Cali will love it like and Dre
top dog like SN O P
Daz and Kurupt raised gin the DPG
i used to pack a hammer tricked eye
y'all make me a a hammer a crooked eye
i my mommma new ports banging too shorts
in 86' when rappers all new born
cool man spice one dangerous
Rich for them boss
niggaz the cain
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 high since the day of dust shack
the hood fashion bricks and big masters
gone fresh coes got your big dad
gang bang with the tribe to plee at
kicked at door ripped up the floor
motherfuckers to rap for Sign Moore
now be back take a and face it
the Julio Cezar chapped before this rap
to inverce with my toughts i'm a
all school rap daddy on caskets