Luyện nghe bài hát What'cha Gone Do

See im a real G head to toe
The West Coast to let you know
Got a floor seeks Namonia
Never will i California

poppin, scrapes, scrapin, old school swanging, gold degons
hustle gangsters banging
whatch fo colour you and watch for u hangin
whatch for you its B's and C's
this is G's is more than palm and weed
is more than stars and models
is more than Holleywood Boulevard and
more like browns pat and vato
take it up north to the bay when we ghosts ride out
your boy colder Tahoe then Robie out Roscoes got a pacaralo
show 24's on this shure box
gass stepped brake everybody shake it real
and it up for Mac Dre and Pac
all eyez on heify move me call it baywatch
and i'm youck hasselhoff the
24's on the porsche yeah it cost a
Venn this that you brought yeah sho toss the boss
was the chicken straight the sauce?
it off

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

REG IME LBC that's me
i do been high since the day of shack
the done fashion bricks and big masters
gone fresh coes got swagged big dad
gang bang with the tribe to plee at
kicked 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 my toughts i'm a classic
all school rap on your caskets