Luyện nghe bài hát Cali Chronic

it up

Yo, when I roll you the cats be out
So you got no choice but to rat me out
I call in from the pen to try to see what that be
'Cuz I catch a fool and yo, his ass is out

Hud, stay on the low, pop two
Thug, against all odds, Tupac
I'm caked up, dog-tired from
Platinum, reach for it wake up

For top dollar yo, I squeeze my
And Lord knows, lead this nigga
I'm down for whatever
Matter of fact, I'm for the cheddar
Try to clown and get yo' ass layed down

Niggas to see a G come up
Young niggas run up get gun up
That's the real, seen the nigga the steel
Even and yo' ass get killed, all out

This is for the
Six-fo' riders, all them ones are low
All weed smokers, E sippers
All dead homies, and O.G. nigga's, it up
This is for the
Six-fo' riders, all them are low riders
blued out or flamed out
Mask on, ridin' with big things out, yay a yay

up the izzy-izzy ba-ba, ask yourself, why try?
Touch the untouchable that's in front of you
Harlem U.S.A be the that I come from
Twenty-ninth and Lenox be place I get the guns from
Vacant lots be the route that we to run from
Thirty-second precinct Jackie caught the dum-dum

It's hot now, cops now, all out eat
food shop down, send them across the street
My force overheat 'cuz the is cheap
all my homies that I lost on the streets
Dos Bruce, LB and even D
some liquor out and throw it up for a G
NRB, be the they claim to be
So if worse come to worse, do the for me

This is for the
Six-fo' riders, all ones are low riders
All weed smokers, E sippers
All homies, and O.G. nigga's, throw it up
is for the know-knotters
Six-fo' riders, all ones are low riders
Whether out or flamed out
Mask on, ridin' with big things out, yay a yay

Now, we drink '45, tote 45's
Smoke we high, loc til' we die
Got locked up in
said, "Foo, what you in for?"
Jail mental', Wendel
Did 15, and got about 10
Oh, he was silent braille
In '83 was the with hydraulics

Caught his first bid dealin' with
And had Day tons and always 'em polished
You taught me about khakis and
And if a foo' try to then you ball first, feel me?
But now I'm stackin' my
in the trick, come out a day early is a slap on the wrist
But one time never on it
I went Harlem to L.A. fool, so speak on it

This is for the
Six-fo' riders, all ones are low riders
All weed smokers, E sippers
All dead homies, and O.G. nigga's, it up
This is for the
Six-fo' riders, all ones are low riders
Whether out or flamed out
Mask on, with them big things out, yay a yay

is for the know-knotters
Six-fo' riders, all them ones are low
All weed smokers, Olde E
All homies, and O.G. nigga's, throw it up
This is for the
riders, all them ones are low riders
Whether blued out or out
Mask on, ridin' them big things out, yay a yay