Luyện nghe bài hát Cali Chronic

it up

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

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

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

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

This is for the
riders, all them ones are low riders
All smokers, Olde 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, ridin' them big things out, yay a yay

up the izzy-izzy ba-ba, ask yourself, why try?
Touch the untouchable brotha that's in 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 we used to run from
Thirty-second precinct until Jackie caught the

hot now, cops now, all out gotta eat
Close food shop down, them across the street
My force 'cuz the cause is cheap
Reminiscin' all my homies I lost on the streets
Dos Bruce, LB and Stevie D
Pour some out and throw 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 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, 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
Somebody said, "Foo, you in for?"
Jail mental', Wendel
Did 15, and got 10 more
Oh, he was than braille
In '83 was the first with

Caught his first bid dealin' narcotics
And had Day tons and kept 'em polished
You me about khakis and converse
And if a foo' try to then you ball first, feel me?
But now I'm stackin' my
Back in the trick, come out a day early is a on the wrist
But one time sleep 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 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

This is for the
riders, all them ones are low riders
All weed smokers, E sippers
All dead homies, and O.G. nigga's, 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