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 seeks Namonia
Never will i live

poppin, scrapes, scrapin, old swanging, triple gold degons
hustlers gangsters banging
whatch fo colour you wear and for u hangin
whatch for you its B's and C's
this is G's is more palm trees and weed
is more than stars and models
is more than Holleywood and Roscoes
like east-side browns pat and vato
take it up to the bay when we ghosts ride out locs
your boy flow Tahoe then Robie out Roscoes got a pacaralo
side show on this shure box
gass stepped 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 cost a
Venn this bitch you brought yeah sho toss the boss
was the straight without the sauce?
it off

westside westside G's throw your
and represent from felix midgeon
to my dudes in the pen[itenciary] to my in groovy
ice cubes on my neck pack a uzzy
pussy vertical high like AMG
cause its enough like DOC
duzine like Eazy-E
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 a hammer tricked crooked eye
y'all me a rapper a hammer a crooked eye
i like my mommma new ports too shorts
back in 86' when all new born
cool man one dangerous thing
Richie Rich for them
niggaz the cain
but on seat is like the sneak
we get that like 40 bleed the streets
out Cali..

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