Luyện nghe bài hát Connect

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

[chorus: dj
I got that east coast connect, coast connect
Dirty south connect, so some respect
When my niggaz through you see we comin correct
Who are you, what you do, who you tryin to

I'm the wrong cat to out; we fall out
The police gon' some dead bodies to haul 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
Cause you can't accurately, tackle the beast
Stomp it down, slap it with heat, 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
we seperate the real niggaz from the actors
A&r's, mc searchin, my cactus!
surround your sight and sound
As hit you and you hit the ground
My ain't never gon' be down, watch me smoke
And flatline the nigga 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 export up and the highway
Old ladies transportin through the skyways
In the in the five(? ) I got purple haze
Fat short sess with the tree ton(? )
These streets we run, rapper
You ridin up but we want yo' flows old girbauds
We hold, it takes to create the odes
To to the west to the south again
If it's war that you just pull the pin
Rules we don't break 'em, we refuse to
If you don't build right you take yo' ass home
Cause some catch stray bullets all

[pharoahe
I got the impala shit, street scholar with
Collarless, japanese aikido with, rottweiler
Top dollar now, swallow my whole nut rap
Gun in my mouth, pop shit, sayin, "fuck that"
You have to listen, brew, trapped in a tragic
Styles, multiply japanese mathematicians
Cut cause chaos - my kicks criminals
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 head of eletrocution
The rambunctious, in yo' trunk shit
Totally insane, hurricane with monch, gipp
Xzibit the coast (? ? ) (? ? ) we got
New york wearin slippers and the south hoodies

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

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