Luyện nghe bài hát Connect

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

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

I'm the cat to call 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 small time, on three
Cause you can't accurately, tackle the beast
Stomp it down, slap it with heat, bitch
Shit, we blaze to make a act his age
I'm to write the phrase that pays
You kick it with gays, dykes, and all of wackness
Preach what you
Here we seperate the real niggaz 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 gon' be down, watch me smoke
And flatline the first nigga to this line

It's the gipp goodie, we the soul slang
To yo' block, or they streets, we all gon'
We to shine and ride, bump corners in our bumper cars
Top down, with the paint job
Import export up and the highway
Old ladies transportin straight the skyways
In the corner in the five(? ) I got haze
Fat knot short sess the tree ton(? )
streets we run, rapper refund
You up but we want yo' flows old like girbauds
We hold, everything it to create the odes
To north to the west to the again
If it's war that you just pull the pin
Rules we break 'em, we refuse to bend
If you build right you better take yo' ass home
Cause catch stray bullets all alone

[pharoahe
I got the chevy impala shit, street scholar
Collarless, japanese aikido with, mixed
Top dollar now, swallow my whole nut rap
Gun in my mouth, pop shit, sayin, "fuck that"
You to listen, brew, trapped in a tragic addiction
Styles, like japanese mathematicians
Cut cause chaos - my kicks criminals
I'm the subliminal
I'm the bomb that's attached to the of a ticker
Figure or
Quicker to a form of execution, pull it
Bullet, to the head of eletrocution
The rambunctious, in yo' trunk shit
insane, hurricane with pharoahe monch, gipp
Xzibit the west (? ? ) (? ? ) we got
New york wearin slippers and the 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, give it up, it
Uh-huh, it (dirty south) uh-huh
Shake it.. uh-huh, it
C'mon, it up (dirty south)

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