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 that seeks Namonia
Never will i live

poppin, scrapes, scrapin, old school swanging, triple 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 trees and
is than 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 24's on shure box
gass stepped brake shake it real lops
and it up for Mac Dre and Pac
all eyez on that heify move me call it
and i'm hasselhoff the boss
24's on the porsche it cost a floss
Venn this bitch that you yeah sho toss the boss
was the straight without the sauce?
it off

westside westside G's your setzi
and represent felix midgeon tooky
to my dudes in the pen[itenciary] to my in groovy
ice cubes on my neck pack a mac10
only pussy vertical like AMG
cause its funky like DOC
young duzine like
and the whole Cali love it like Tupac and Dre
top dog like SN O P
Daz and raised gin like the DPG
i used to pack a tricked crooked eye
make me a rapper a hammer a crooked eye
i my mommma new ports banging too shorts
back in 86' when all new born
cool man spice one thing
Richie Rich for them
niggaz slanging the
but on is like keep the sneak
we get that mailman like 40 the streets
out Cali..

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