Luyện nghe bài hát Connect

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

dj hurricane]
I got that coast connect, west coast connect
south connect, so show some respect
When my niggaz comin you see we comin correct
Who are you, what you do, who you 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
to the z-i, b-i-t
V.i.p., you're time, three on three
you can't ball accurately, tackle the beast
Stomp it down, slap it with heat, behave
Shit, we to make a nigga act his age
I'm tryin to the phrase that pays
You kick it gays, dykes, and all type of wackness
Preach you practice
we seperate the real niggaz from the actors
A&r's, mc searchin, my cactus!
Blackness surround your and sound
As hit you and you hit the ground
My chips ain't never be down, watch me smoke
And flatline the first nigga to cross this

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

[pharoahe
I got the chevy shit, street scholar with
Collarless, japanese aikido with, rottweiler
Top dollar dick now, swallow my 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 kill criminals
I'm the subliminal
I'm the bomb attached to the time of a ticker
or swastika
Quicker to pick a of execution, pull it
Bullet, to the instead of eletrocution
The rambunctious, bump in yo' trunk
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,
Give it up, uh-huh (dirty south) 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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