Luyện nghe bài hát What'cha Gone Do

See im a G from head to toe
The whole Coast to let you know
Got a floor that seeks
Never i live California

poppin, scrapes, scrapin, old swanging, triple gold degons
hustlers gangsters banging
fo colour you wear 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 movie stars and models
is more than Holleywood and Roscoes
more like browns pat and vato
take it up north to the bay when we ghosts ride out
your boy flow colder Tahoe then Robie out Roscoes got a
show 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 heify move me it baywatch
and i'm youck the boss
24's on the porsche yeah it cost a
Venn this bitch that you yeah sho toss the boss
was the chicken straight the sauce?
it off

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

REG IME LBC yeah me
i do been since the day of dust shack
the hood fashion bricks and big masters
gone coes got swagged your big dad
gang bang started with the to plee at
down at door ripped up the floor
first to rap for Sign Moore
now be back a look and face it
the Julio Cezar chapped before this rap
to inverce my toughts i'm a classic
all school rap daddy on caskets