Luyện nghe bài hát What'cha Gone Do

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

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

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

REG IME LBC that's me
i do been high since the day of dust
the hood done fashion bricks and big
gone fresh got swagged your big dad
bang started with the tribe to plee at
kicked at door ripped up the floor
first to rap for Sign Moore
now be back take a look and it
the Cezar chapped before this rap shit
to inverce my toughts i'm a classic
all school rap on your caskets