Luyện nghe bài hát Connect

[dj
East, west, check out
it, ye-yeah, ye-yeah
East east, west west, south..

[chorus: dj
I got east coast connect, west coast connect
south connect, so show some respect
When my niggaz comin you see we comin correct
Who are you, what you do, who you tryin to

I'm the wrong cat to out; we fall out
The police gon' have some bodies to haul out
All out in the for the world to see
to the z-i, b-i-t
V.i.p., small time, three on three
Cause you can't accurately, tackle the beast
Stomp it down, it with heat, bitch behave
Shit, we to make a nigga act his age
I'm tryin to write the that pays
You kick it gays, dykes, and all type of wackness
Preach you practice
Here we seperate the real from the actors
A&r's, mc searchin, my cactus!
Blackness surround sight and sound
As xzibit hit you and you hit the
My chips ain't never be down, watch me smoke
And flatline the first nigga to this line

It's the gipp goodie, we the soul slang
To yo' block, or they streets, we all hang
We like to shine and ride, bump corners in our bumper
Top down, the candy paint job
Import up and down the highway
Old ladies transportin straight the skyways
In the corner in the five(? ) I got haze
Fat knot short with the tree ton(? )
These streets we run, rapper
You ridin up but we want yo' old like girbauds
We hold, everything it takes to create the
To north to the to the south again
If war that you want just pull the pin
Rules we break 'em, we refuse to bend
If you don't build right you take yo' ass home
Cause some catch stray bullets all

[pharoahe
I got the chevy impala shit, street scholar
Collarless, japanese aikido with, rottweiler
Top dollar dick now, my whole nut rap
Gun in my mouth, pop shit, sayin, "fuck that"
You have to listen, brew, trapped in a addiction
Styles, multiply like mathematicians
Cut cause - my kicks kill criminals
I'm the subliminal
I'm the that's attached to the time of a ticker
Figure or
Quicker to pick a of execution, pull it
Bullet, to the head instead of
The rambunctious, in yo' trunk shit
insane, hurricane with pharoahe monch, gipp
Xzibit the west (? ? ) (? ? ) we got
New york wearin slippers and the south hoodies

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[dj
Ye-yeah, uh-huh,
Give it up, (dirty south) ye-yeah, ye-yeah
Give it up, uh-huh, give it up, it
Uh-huh, it (dirty south) uh-huh
Shake it.. uh-huh, it
C'mon, it up (dirty south)

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