Luyện nghe bài hát Connect

[dj
East, west, this out
Check it, ye-yeah,
east, west west, south south..

[chorus: dj
I got that east coast connect, west coast
south connect, so show some respect
When my niggaz comin through you see we comin
Who are you, you do, who you tryin to threat?

I'm the wrong cat to out; we fall out
The gon' have some dead bodies 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
you can't ball accurately, tackle the beast
Stomp it down, slap it with heat, behave
Shit, we blaze to a nigga act his age
I'm to write the phrase that pays
You kick it gays, dykes, and all type of wackness
what you practice
Here we seperate the real niggaz from the
A&r's, mc searchin, my cactus!
Blackness surround your and sound
As xzibit hit you and you hit the
My chips ain't gon' be down, watch me smoke
And flatline the first nigga to cross this

It's the gipp goodie, we the soul slang
To yo' block, or they streets, we all gon'
We like to shine and ride, corners in our bumper cars
Top down, with the paint job
Import up and down the highway
Old ladies transportin straight the skyways
In the corner in the five(? ) I got purple
Fat short sess with the tree ton(? )
These streets we run, rapper
You ridin up but we want yo' flows old like
We hold, everything it takes to the odes
To to the west to the south again
If it's war that you just pull the pin
Rules we don't 'em, we refuse to bend
If you don't right you better take yo' ass home
Cause catch stray bullets all alone

[pharoahe
I got the chevy impala shit, street with
Collarless, aikido with, rottweiler mixed
Top dollar dick now, my whole nut rap
Gun in my mouth, pop shit, sayin, "fuck that"
You have to listen, brew, trapped in a tragic
Styles, like japanese mathematicians
Cut cause - my kicks kill criminals
I'm the subliminal
I'm the bomb that's attached to the time of a
or swastika
Quicker to a form of execution, pull it
Bullet, to the head instead of
The rambunctious, bump in yo' trunk
Totally insane, hurricane with pharoahe monch,
Xzibit the coast (? ? ) (? ? ) we got
New wearin slippers and the south wearin hoodies

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[dj
Ye-yeah, uh-huh,
Give it up, (dirty south) ye-yeah, ye-yeah
Give it up, uh-huh, it up, shake it
Uh-huh, it (dirty south) uh-huh
Shake it.. uh-huh, it
C'mon, it up (dirty south)

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