Luyện nghe bài hát Connected for Life

I jumped out the like ready, set, go
Check all my traps and to Fedco
I'm all up in the mix like a fuckin'
And out the garage, is a Bentley

With the brains blowed out, so the beamin'
I got a jackers droolin' and the fiendin'
And since I'm Westside Connected I got a streets on
I got big deals, big scrills, big wheels, big

Twenty inches roll, going get hoes
Ficky hoes, wanna I with my niggaros
Be a freak about it and I'm a see it
Speak it no bitch, I'm a be about it

Who want some of this, runnin' this
Mack 10 with the playboy bitch
a dummy bitch, with a money pit
You broke ass niggas even stomach this

Where that connect right? Nigga three time
Six-double-0-west nigga sellin' roll dellin'
Throw it up, hold it up, bust- fo' fingas up
Two twisted in the middle the thumb tucked

mashin', dippin' and assin', kin toda zaggin'
Fo'-fo' maggin' and toe
Dub the phantom in a blue van
I'm front of the club- the dump a tall can of magnum trick

is it like? Tossin' 'em hoes
And on fools on Bremboes
Flossin' 'em chain, we big thangs
And bustin' on punks at range

is the way us gangsta's roll
Sit back and as it unfolds
Bitches and suckas done so
Ahh, this is the we chose

money and rappin' shit I'm all with it
And all I know is the streets so thats how I it
see a bird, I gotta get it
So if ya hood come up short then I'd did it

If 'lil momma thick I gotta hit it
The Trojan be a Magnum to me to fit it
If it was sherm on a stick then I'd lit it
The red beem was on your wig so I split it

To all them bitches that they bootylicious
I think nutritious, I think they do dishes
I makin wishes, I take 'em they pictures
And spit 'em they britches, I 'em they bitches

Ego maniac, little homies me brainiac
Ice Cube is an ass-hole and it ain't, it an act
So a hit at that and remember that
Where my mothafuckin' niggas and my at?

Britches I get I'm Dub-C, the rider the clique
'N a dragon I snaked em on fire when I spit
I shake these ghetto ways
A street nigga eatin a bag of lays
With bands and braids

From the for the sirenz and Neverlands
Where we pistols smokin, like Afghanistan
gangsta the killa, the dope dealer
Backin' for mo' figgas, so trick bow down 'n po the bitch

is it like? Tossin 'em hoes
And rollin' on on Bremboes
Flossing 'em chains, we big thangs
And bustin' on punks at range

This is the us gangsta's roll
Sit back and watch us as it
Bitches and suckas so cold
Ahh, this is the we chose

What is it like? Tossin 'em
And rollin' on fools on
Flossin' 'em chains, we doing big
And bustin' on punks at range

is the ways us gangsta's roll
Sit back and us as it unfolds
Bitches and suckas done so
Ahh, is the life we chose

It's plain to see, you can't me
'Cause be connected for life
It's to see, you can't change me
I'ma be connected for life

Yeah, Connect gang for life
Butch Cassidy, Manny
a fool for this -boy
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