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 in from 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, all odds, like Tupac
I'm caked up, dog-tired Jacob
Platinum, for it then wake up

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

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

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
This is for the
riders, all them ones are low riders
Whether blued out or out
Mask on, ridin' with big things out, yay a yay

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

hot now, cops now, all out gotta eat
Close food down, send them across the street
My force 'cuz the cause is cheap
Reminiscin' all my 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 click they to be
So if worse to worse, do the same for me

This is for the
riders, all them 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
blued out or flamed out
Mask on, with them big things out, yay a yay

Now, we drink Colt '45, 45's
'til 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 than
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 try to move then you ball first, feel me?
But now I'm stackin' my
Back in the trick, come out a day early is a slap on the
But one time never on it
I from Harlem to L.A. fool, so speak on it

This is for the
riders, all them 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

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
riders, all them ones are low riders
Whether blued out or out
Mask on, ridin' with them big out, yay a yay