Luyện nghe bài hát Connect

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

[chorus: dj
I got that east coast connect, west coast
Dirty south connect, so show 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' have some dead to haul out
All out in the open for the to see
to the z-i, b-i-t
V.i.p., you're small time, on three
you can't 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 write the phrase that
You it with gays, dykes, and all type of wackness
Preach what you
Here we the real niggaz from the actors
A&r's, mc searchin, my cactus!
Blackness surround 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 to cross this line

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

[pharoahe
I got the chevy impala shit, street scholar
Collarless, japanese aikido with, mixed
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 like mathematicians
Cut cause chaos - my kicks 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 head instead of
The rambunctious, bump in yo' trunk
Totally insane, hurricane with pharoahe monch,
Xzibit the coast (? ? ) (? ? ) we got
New york wearin slippers and the 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, it (dirty south) uh-huh
it.. uh-huh, shake it
C'mon, it up (dirty south)

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