Для тренировок, МУЗЫКА ДЛЯ СПОРТА, HIP-HOP NEW, Олдскул Рэп Гимн Западного Побережья (G-Funk)

Sun going down over the palm trees, rolling on dubs
Avoiding the sirens, hitting the local clubs
The funk is heavy in the trunk, making the chassis shake
You gotta watch your back for every move you make
I got my brothers in the ride, throwing up the sign
We drinking liquor, leaving all the stress behind
But paranoia creeping in, I keep my vision clear
Cause in this concrete jungle, everybody living in fear.
Still I rise, hitting switches on the boulevard
Living fast, playing every single hand like a wildcard.

Rolling through the city where the heat don’t stop
Drop the top, let the heavy bass drop
It’s the west side groove, yeah we making a move
Got nothing to lose and everything to prove!
Ride with me, slide with me.

I pour a little liquor for the ones who passed away
We fighting for survival each and every single day
The system set us up to fail, but we broke the chain
I turn my anger and my struggle to a lyrical rain
They wanna see me in a cell or laying in the dirt
But I’m a soldier, I’m accustomed to the pain and the hurt
So hit the pedal, let the engine roar, let the tires spin
We going all the way, we playing to win.

Rolling through the city where the heat don’t stop
Drop the top, let the heavy bass drop
It’s the west side groove, yeah we making a move
Got nothing to lose and everything to prove!