Luyện nghe bài hát Connect

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

dj hurricane]
I got that east coast connect, west coast
Dirty connect, so show some respect
When my niggaz comin through you see we comin
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 dead bodies to out
All out in the for the world to see
Avire-x to the z-i,
V.i.p., small time, three on three
Cause you can't ball accurately, the beast
it down, slap it with heat, bitch behave
Shit, we blaze to make a act his age
I'm tryin to the phrase that pays
You it with gays, dykes, and all type of wackness
what you practice
Here we the real niggaz 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 gon' be down, me smoke
And flatline the first to cross this line

It's the gipp goodie, we kick the soul
To yo' block, or streets, we all gon' hang
We like to shine and ride, bump in our bumper cars
Top down, with the candy job
Import export up and the highway
Old ladies transportin straight the skyways
In the in the five(? ) I got purple haze
Fat short sess with the tree ton(? )
These streets we run, refund
You ridin up but we yo' flows old like girbauds
We hold, everything it to create the odes
To to the west to the south again
If it's war that you want just the pin
Rules we don't break 'em, we to bend
If you don't build right you better take yo' ass
Cause some stray bullets all alone

[pharoahe
I got the chevy impala shit, street scholar
Collarless, aikido with, rottweiler mixed
Top dollar now, swallow my whole nut rap
Gun in my mouth, pop shit, sayin, "fuck that"
You have to listen, brew, in a tragic addiction
Styles, multiply like mathematicians
Cut cause chaos - my kicks kill
I'm the adolf
I'm the bomb that's attached to the of a ticker
Figure or
Quicker to a form of execution, pull it
Bullet, to the head of eletrocution
The rambunctious, in yo' trunk shit
Totally insane, with pharoahe monch, gipp
Xzibit the coast (? ? ) (? ? ) we got
New york wearin and the south wearin hoodies

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

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