Luyện nghe bài hát Connect

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

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

I'm the cat to call out; we fall out
The gon' have 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 small time, on three
Cause you ball accurately, tackle the beast
Stomp it down, slap it heat, bitch behave
Shit, we blaze to make a act his age
I'm tryin to the phrase that pays
You kick it with gays, dykes, and all of wackness
Preach you practice
Here we seperate the 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 nigga to cross this line

It's the gipp goodie, we kick the slang
To yo' block, or streets, we all gon' hang
We to shine and ride, bump corners in our bumper cars
Top down, the candy paint job
Import export up and the highway
Old ladies straight through the skyways
In the in the five(? ) I got purple haze
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 takes to create the
To north to the to the south again
If war that you want just pull the pin
we don't break 'em, we refuse to bend
If you don't build right you better yo' ass home
Cause some catch stray all alone

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

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

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