Luyện nghe bài hát Cali Chronic

it up

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

Hud, on the low, pop two cops
Thug, against all odds, like
I'm caked up, dog-tired Jacob
Platinum, reach for it then up

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

hate 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

is for the know-knotters
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 ones are low riders
Whether out or flamed out
Mask on, ridin' with them big out, yay a yay

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

It's hot now, now, all out gotta eat
Close food down, send them across the street
My force overheat 'cuz the is cheap
Reminiscin' all my homies that I 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 come to worse, do the same for me

is for the know-knotters
Six-fo' riders, all ones 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 them are low riders
Whether blued out or out
on, ridin' with them big things out, yay a yay

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

Caught his bid dealin' with narcotics
And had Day and always kept 'em polished
You me about khakis and converse
And if a foo' try to move then you first, feel me?
But now I'm my grip
Back in the trick, out a day early is a slap on the wrist
But one time sleep on it
I went from to L.A. fool, so speak on it

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

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