Luyện nghe bài hát What'cha Gone Do

See im a G from head to toe
The whole West Coast to let you
Got a floor seeks Namonia
Never will i live

poppin, scrapes, scrapin, old school swanging, triple degons
hustlers gangsters banging
whatch fo you wear and watch for u hangin
whatch for you its B's and C's
this is G's is more than palm trees and
is more than stars and models
is more than Holleywood and Roscoes
more like east-side browns pat and
it up north to the bay when we ghosts ride out locs
your boy flow Tahoe then Robie out Roscoes got a pacaralo
side show 24's on this box
gass stepped everybody shake it real lops
and it up for Mac Dre and Pac
all eyez on that heify me call it baywatch
and i'm youck hasselhoff the
24's on the porsche it cost a floss
Venn this that you brought yeah sho toss the boss
was the chicken straight the sauce?
it off

westside westside G's throw your
and represent felix midgeon tooky
to my dudes in the pen[itenciary] to my in groovy
ice cubes on my neck pack a mac10
pussy vertical high like AMG
cause its funky enough DOC
young like Eazy-E
and the whole will love it like Tupac and Dre
top dog SN double O P
Daz and Kurupt gin like the DPG
i used to pack a hammer tricked eye
y'all make me a rapper a hammer a eye
i my mommma new ports banging too shorts
in 86' when rappers all new born
cool man one dangerous thing
Rich for them boss
niggaz slanging the
but on seat is like the sneak
we get that mailman like 40 the streets
out Cali..

REG IME LBC yeah me
i do been high the day of dust shack
the hood fashion bricks and big masters
gone fresh coes got swagged big dad
gang bang with the tribe to plee at
kicked at door ripped up the floor
first motherfuckers to rap for Moore
now be back a look and face it
the Julio Cezar chapped before rap shit
to inverce with my i'm a classic
all rap daddy on your caskets