Luyện nghe bài hát What'cha Gone Do

See im a real G from to toe
The West Coast to let you know
Got a floor that Namonia
Never i live California

poppin, scrapes, scrapin, old school swanging, gold degons
hustlers gangsters banging
whatch fo colour you and watch for u hangin
for you claiming its B's and C's
this is G's is more palm trees and weed
is than movie stars and models
is more than Holleywood and Roscoes
like east-side browns pat and vato
take it up north to the bay when we ride out locs
your boy flow colder Tahoe then Robie out Roscoes got a
side 24's on this shure box
stepped brake everybody shake it real lops
and it up for Mac Dre and Pac
all eyez on that move me call it baywatch
and i'm hasselhoff the boss
24's on the yeah it cost a floss
Venn this bitch that you yeah sho toss the boss
was the straight without the sauce?
it off

westside G's throw your setzi
and represent felix midgeon tooky
to my dudes in the pen[itenciary] to my in groovy
ice cubes on my pack a mac10 uzzy
only pussy vertical like AMG
cause its enough like DOC
duzine like Eazy-E
and the whole Cali will love it Tupac and Dre
top dog SN double O P
Daz and raised gin like the DPG
i used to pack a hammer tricked eye
y'all make me a rapper a a crooked eye
i like my mommma new banging too shorts
back in 86' when rappers all new
cool man spice one dangerous
Rich for them boss
niggaz the cain
but on seat is like keep the
we get mailman like 40 bleed the streets
out Cali..

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