Luyện nghe bài hát What'cha Gone Do

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

poppin, scrapes, scrapin, old swanging, triple gold degons
hustlers hustle gangsters
whatch fo colour you wear and watch for u
for you claiming its B's and C's
this is G's is more than palm and weed
is more than movie stars and
is more than Holleywood Boulevard and
like east-side browns pat and vato
take it up to the bay when we ghosts ride out locs
your boy flow colder Tahoe Robie out Roscoes got a pacaralo
show 24's on this shure box
gass stepped brake everybody shake it lops
and it up for Mac Dre and Pac
all eyez on that heify me call it baywatch
and i'm hasselhoff the boss
on the porsche yeah it cost a floss
Venn this bitch that you brought sho toss the boss
was the chicken without the sauce?
it off

westside G's throw your setzi
and represent from midgeon tooky
to my dudes in the pen[itenciary] to my in groovy
ice cubes on my neck pack a uzzy
only vertical high like AMG
cause its funky like DOC
young duzine Eazy-E
and the Cali will love it like Tupac and Dre
top dog SN double O P
Daz and raised gin like the DPG
i used to pack a tricked crooked eye
y'all make me a rapper a a crooked eye
i like my new ports banging too shorts
back in 86' when rappers all new
cool man spice one thing
Rich for them boss
niggaz slanging the
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 high since the day of dust
the hood done fashion and big masters
gone fresh coes got swagged big dad
gang bang started with the to plee at
kicked down at ripped up the floor
motherfuckers to rap for Sign Moore
now be back take a and face it
the Julio Cezar chapped before this rap
to with my toughts i'm a classic
all school rap daddy on caskets