Luyện nghe bài hát Connect

[dj
East, west, this 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 to threat?

I'm the wrong cat to call we fall out
The police gon' have some dead to haul out
All out in the for the world to see
to the z-i, b-i-t
V.i.p., you're time, three on three
Cause you can't accurately, tackle the beast
Stomp it down, slap it with heat, behave
Shit, we to make a nigga act his age
I'm tryin to write the phrase pays
You kick it gays, dykes, and all type of wackness
Preach what you
Here we seperate the 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, watch me
And flatline the nigga to cross this line

It's the gipp goodie, we the soul slang
To yo' block, or they streets, we all hang
We to shine and ride, bump corners 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(? )
streets we run, rapper refund
You ridin up but we yo' flows old like girbauds
We hold, everything it takes to create the
To north to the to the south again
If it's war that you want pull the pin
Rules we break 'em, we refuse to bend
If you don't right you better take yo' ass home
Cause some catch stray bullets all

[pharoahe
I got the chevy impala shit, scholar with
Collarless, japanese aikido with, rottweiler
Top dick now, swallow my whole nut rap
Gun in my mouth, pop shit, sayin, "fuck that"
You have to listen, brew, trapped in a tragic
Styles, multiply like japanese
Cut cause chaos - my kicks kill
I'm the adolf
I'm the bomb attached to the time of a ticker
or swastika
Quicker to pick a form of execution, it
Bullet, to the head instead of
The rambunctious, bump in yo' shit
Totally insane, hurricane 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, uh-huh (dirty south) ye-yeah,
Give it up, uh-huh, 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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