Luyện nghe bài hát Connect

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

[chorus: dj
I got that east coast connect, west connect
south 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 out; we out
The police gon' 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
Cause you ball accurately, tackle the beast
it down, slap it with heat, bitch behave
Shit, we blaze to make a act his age
I'm tryin to the phrase that pays
You kick it gays, dykes, and all type of wackness
Preach you practice
we seperate the real niggaz from the actors
A&r's, mc searchin, my cactus!
Blackness surround sight and sound
As hit you and you hit the ground
My chips ain't never gon' be down, watch me
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 hang
We like to shine and ride, bump corners in our cars
Top down, the candy paint job
export up and down the highway
Old ladies transportin through the skyways
In the corner in the five(? ) I got haze
Fat knot sess with the tree ton(? )
streets we run, rapper refund
You ridin up but we want yo' old like girbauds
We hold, everything it to create the odes
To north to the west to the south
If it's war that you want just the pin
Rules we don't break 'em, we refuse to
If you don't build you better take yo' ass home
Cause some catch bullets all alone

[pharoahe
I got the impala shit, street scholar with
Collarless, japanese aikido with, rottweiler
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, multiply like mathematicians
Cut cause chaos - my kicks kill
I'm the adolf
I'm the bomb attached to the time of a ticker
Figure or
Quicker to pick a of execution, pull it
Bullet, to the instead of eletrocution
The rambunctious, bump in yo' 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,
it up, uh-huh (dirty south) ye-yeah, ye-yeah
Give it up, uh-huh, give it up, it
Uh-huh, it (dirty south) uh-huh
it.. uh-huh, shake it
C'mon, it up (dirty south)

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