Luyện nghe bài hát What'cha Gone Do

See im a real G head to toe
The whole West to let you know
Got a that seeks Namonia
Never i live California

poppin, scrapes, scrapin, old swanging, triple 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 than palm trees and
is than movie stars and models
is more than Holleywood Boulevard and
more like browns pat and vato
take it up north to the bay we ghosts ride out locs
your boy colder Tahoe then Robie out Roscoes got a pacaralo
side 24's on this shure box
gass stepped 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 porsche yeah it cost a
Venn this bitch that you brought yeah sho the boss
was the chicken without the sauce?
it off

westside westside G's your setzi
and represent from midgeon tooky
to my dudes in the pen[itenciary] to my youngsters in
ice cubes on my neck a mac10 uzzy
only pussy vertical high AMG
cause its funky enough DOC
young duzine Eazy-E
and the whole Cali will love it like and Dre
top dog like SN O P
Daz and Kurupt raised gin the DPG
i used to pack a hammer tricked eye
y'all me a rapper a hammer a crooked eye
i like my new ports banging too shorts
back in 86' when all new born
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 that's me
i do been high since the day of dust
the hood done bricks and big masters
gone fresh got swagged your big dad
bang started with the tribe to plee at
kicked down at door up the floor
motherfuckers to rap for Sign 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 school rap on your caskets