Luyện nghe bài hát Connect

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

dj hurricane]
I got that east 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 wrong cat to call we fall out
The police gon' some dead bodies to haul out
All out in the open for the to see
Avire-x to the z-i,
V.i.p., small time, three on three
Cause you can't accurately, tackle the beast
Stomp it down, it with heat, bitch behave
Shit, we to make a nigga act his age
I'm tryin to write the that pays
You kick it with gays, dykes, and all type of
Preach what you
Here we the real niggaz from the actors
A&r's, mc searchin, my cactus!
surround your sight and sound
As xzibit hit you and you hit the
My chips ain't never 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 like to shine and ride, bump corners in our cars
Top down, the candy paint job
Import up and down the highway
Old ladies transportin straight through the
In the corner in the five(? ) I got purple
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 south
If it's war that you want pull the pin
Rules we don't break 'em, we to bend
If you don't right you better take yo' ass home
Cause some stray 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 to listen, brew, trapped in a tragic addiction
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
or swastika
Quicker to pick a form of execution, it
Bullet, to the instead of eletrocution
The rambunctious, in yo' trunk shit
Totally insane, with pharoahe monch, gipp
the west coast (? ? ) (? ? ) we got
New york wearin and the south wearin hoodies

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

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