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 that Namonia
Never i live California

poppin, scrapes, scrapin, old school swanging, gold degons
hustlers hustle gangsters
whatch fo you wear and watch for u hangin
whatch for you its B's and C's
this is G's is than palm trees and weed
is than movie stars and models
is more than Holleywood and Roscoes
more like east-side browns pat and
it up north to the bay when we ghosts ride out locs
your boy flow colder Tahoe then Robie out Roscoes got a
side 24's on this shure box
gass stepped brake everybody shake it 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 straight without the
it off

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

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