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 from the pen to try to see that be 'bout
'Cuz I a fool slip and yo, his ass is out

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

For top dollar yo, I squeeze my
And Lord knows, I'll lead nigga
'Cuz I'm down for
of fact, I'm down for the cheddar
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

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

Light up the ba-ba, ask yourself, why try?
Touch the untouchable that's in front of you
Harlem U.S.A be the place I come from
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 them the street
My overheat 'cuz the cause is cheap
Reminiscin' all my homies that I lost on the
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

This is for the
Six-fo' riders, all ones 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
blued out or flamed out
Mask on, ridin' with big things out, yay a yay

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

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

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

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