Luyện nghe bài hát Cali Chronic

it up

Yo, I roll you know 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 Jacob
Platinum, reach for it then up

For top yo, I squeeze my trigger
And knows, I'll lead this nigga
'Cuz I'm down for
Matter of fact, I'm down for the
Try to clown and get yo' ass layed forever

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

is for the know-knotters
Six-fo' riders, all ones are low riders
All weed smokers, E sippers
All dead homies, and O.G. nigga's, it up
is for the know-knotters
Six-fo' riders, all them ones are low
blued out or flamed out
Mask on, with them 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 place that I come
Twenty-ninth and Lenox be that place I get the from
Vacant lots be the route that we to run from
Thirty-second precinct until Jackie caught the

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

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 ones are low
blued out or flamed out
Mask on, ridin' them big things out, yay a yay

Now, we drink Colt '45, 45's
'til we high, loc til' we die
Got up in Crenshaw
Somebody said, "Foo, you in for?"
Jail mental', named
Did 15, and got 10 more
Oh, he was silent braille
In '83 was the first hydraulics

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

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

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