Luyện nghe bài hát Connect

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

dj hurricane]
I got that east coast connect, west connect
Dirty south connect, so some respect
my niggaz comin through you see we comin correct
Who are you, you do, who you tryin to threat?

I'm the wrong cat to out; we fall out
The police gon' have some dead bodies to out
All out in the open for the to see
Avire-x to the z-i,
V.i.p., you're small time, three on
Cause you can't accurately, tackle the beast
Stomp it down, slap it heat, bitch behave
Shit, we blaze to a nigga act his age
I'm tryin to write the that pays
You kick it with gays, dykes, and all type of
what you practice
Here we the real niggaz from the actors
A&r's, mc searchin, my cactus!
Blackness surround your sight and
As hit you and you hit the ground
My chips ain't never gon' be down, me smoke
And flatline the nigga to cross this line

It's the gipp goodie, we kick the slang
To yo' block, or they streets, we all gon'
We like to shine and ride, bump corners in our bumper
Top down, with the paint job
Import export up and the highway
Old ladies transportin straight through the
In the in the five(? ) I got purple haze
Fat knot sess with the tree ton(? )
streets we run, rapper refund
You ridin up but we want yo' flows old like
We hold, everything it takes to the odes
To to the west to the south again
If it's war that you just pull the pin
Rules we break 'em, we refuse to bend
If you don't build you better take yo' ass home
Cause some catch stray all alone

[pharoahe
I got the impala shit, street scholar with
Collarless, japanese with, rottweiler mixed
Top dick now, swallow my whole nut rap
Gun in my mouth, pop shit, sayin, "fuck that"
You have to listen, brew, trapped in a addiction
Styles, multiply japanese mathematicians
Cut cause chaos - my kicks kill
I'm the adolf
I'm the bomb that's attached to the time of a
or swastika
Quicker to pick a form of execution, it
Bullet, to the head instead of
The rambunctious, in yo' trunk shit
Totally insane, hurricane with monch, gipp
the west coast (? ? ) (? ? ) we got
New york wearin slippers and the south wearin

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[dj
Ye-yeah, uh-huh,
it up, uh-huh (dirty south) ye-yeah, ye-yeah
Give it up, uh-huh, it up, shake it
Uh-huh, kick it (dirty south)
it.. uh-huh, shake it
C'mon, it up (dirty south)

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