Luyện nghe bài hát Cali Niggaz

The Speaking

From
Born in Seminole nigga,
November 29,
On some G
My moms ain't or nothing
And I ain't never cried

The Game

Motherfucker I'm Compton, the hub city,
I brought some thugs me,
that'll set up and get rid of drugs quickly,
drive Cutlass Supremes, on D's, puff sticky,
Tupac to death and still bump Biggie.
Welcome to the side,
where Tec's fly,
dope boys drive S5's,
smoke and get the best high,
who the said the west died,
you dead, this the side,
I Heckler & Koch, pop shots, for my [Cali Niggas].
Deal niggas, then smoking aces fucking my [Cali Niggas].
Leave them with faces,
red rag, pull it down so know it's Jayceon,
riding Wilshire,
07 Charger, K&M Filter,
speed burning it up for my [Cali Niggas].
My real like it was directed by Hype Williams,
I off with visions of stacking Benjamins to the ceiling.
The gang banging, the more killing,
the more dealing,
the cap peeling.
We all [Cali

Ya Boy

Ay, Frisco,
rode a 6-4,
they might ride, ghost ride,
but Ya Boy is low pro.
on the low though,
Black Tims, polo,
peekhole,
long 4-4.
Ya got your hands dirty,
I'm outside with the early,
life by the gram heard me.
a bird,
the curb.
And if I get put me in a cell with my [Cali Niggas].
On the block, shots with my Cali Niggas,
fucking them boys up in Watts, we all [Cali Niggas].
We run deep, hit and rally niggas,
Hurricane Game, line them up, let me niggas.
makers,
call big guns, rumble makers,
let the thunderquake 'em introduce to the undertaker.
trees,
big sun with the breeze,
you can call me one of the re, [Cali Niggas].

[Screwed]

Yes, Cali,
of the Chuck Taylors, not Bally's,
far Vegas, but Sin City,
Abso, put me on it, in the air,
the vapors,
house parties, through morning, see thats a [Cali Nigga]
You see I'm the murderous blocks,
Compton, California where you'd rather get caught your gun on you,
see as hot as a sauna,
and in the winter time, niggas don't walk out without kissing momma,
life of a Nigga].
trying to take the life of us [Cali Niggas].
Don't them rappers, address them as Bill O'Reilly niggas,
but we gon get them and we kill em, them as some Hally niggas.
never the they say they ain't feeling these [Cali Niggas].
ya'll was ditching class over these hoes man,
I was at catching fades over dice games.
That's one ago, 350 days,
350 ways, I the flow, a hot [Cali Nigga]
I am a good to work with,
your life or destroy these rap verses,
a bitch,
so I buy whatever she wants, and heaven can be my reimburstment.
Milk the game until I see a cows roaming this earth surface,
at I was parched, but now I'm the thristiest,
dehydrated,
hungry, frustrated,
one of the greatest Niggas]

[Screwed]

Hey, Hey,
Hey, Hey,
I'm on the Street like a stock broker,
then I'm back to the hood they pop toasters,
Every screaming war, they is not soldiers,
selling in the hood with my [Cali Niggas]
Look, I'm on everything moving,
this on my chain ain't a label a movement,
fuck with caps, it's a in the coffin,
look, I shoot arms heroin addicts,
look, a shit get drastic,
you my son, kill me, you end up a bastard. ha
I got the going nuts,
bitches hitting me on say they want to suck him up,
you beef? What the fuck is up?
If so when we meet, I got for these [Cali Niggas].
When I spit, the realest feel something,
that's why I on the block, I'm still hustling,
When you on the drop my shit pumping,
a spot a mailbox, it's where the bills come in.
Me and Hurricane in an S5,
snatch a nigga up, him for a test drive,
tie the up, show him how the west ride,
Central LA, I'm a [Cali Nigga]
Where the was born,
make your vest is worn,
nigga's will split ya chest when the Tec is drawn,
nigga's will split ya deck, pull your card,
try to act hard on the boulevard,
you know it's me in the coupe I'm speeding through,
the fiend's say I whip colt a vehicle.
three birds, a bitch, brick, and 4 Fif,
with them three, I over the whole strip,
no shit,
the skinny is no bitch,
know this, I'm so to my [Cali Niggas]

[Screwed]

Crusing through my hood to see good,
my block Death Row but we ain't never signed to Shug,
California, I got my in it,
disrespect, get ya shot, I'm bartending.
Me and Game we blood brothers different pops,
he the seed of Compton, I'm Harlem, Watts.
a dub,
a snub,
busting at any motherfucker who be fucking us.
is Watts, California, gutterville, U.S.A.,
gangbang capital, crackhouses, tape,
through the city streets,
cannon right my seat,
chopper in the of the trunk, who want it with beef?
Seperate soul from your flesh if you ever hate,
keep comments to yourself, watch your soul levitate,
South LA,
it's the place to be,
in my house, counting big money is the for me.
Blow good dro, and G rides,
gangbanging and cane slanging, the nine,
Taylors, red strings, and khaki suits,
Black & Milds, blunts, and Absolut,
Killa Kali, fuck scrapping we you fool,
fuck the talk, bring gat, we're blasting two's.
the block to the booth I'm the realest,
Jay-Rock nigga and I do it for my [Cali

[Screwed] {The Game}

Who the fuck want to you from me?
and I don't chase nigga I chase after money,
hungry,
trying to eat till my bust,
I'm raised, ghetto slang, you smelling us?
It's life nigga,
I put it down I'm dropping the habit,
smoke an ounce and get up more bounce than a rabbit.
Got to it like a crack fiend,
counting big hundreds till my thumbs green.
in major money and power moves,
interfere and get em wet up a shower do,
how we do.
Street sweep you we ride up on ya,
I represent West Covina, California.
Sixty-six hit more than a tootsie roll,
give me a mic, a bad bitch, and I'm to go,
flow,
game cold a eskimo,
T.K.O. dawg,
I think they let it go,
arsenal.
I heat it up, I like to a mic, {Topic loosen up}
I can't Game, my to tight,
I'm out of sight like Comet,
up my set, boss' life, like I'm sick and vomit,
bow down to the realest, pay your homage,
in the of 600's and mostly Chronic, haha, West.
And stay clutching, busting the trigger,
talk that shit, fuck around and get ride by us Niggas]

Ay, whose back in the on white walls,
big body, the color as Lysol,
hit the block up, if an enemy the lights off,
and pull up on the fake ass nigga to his life off.
out!, Block out!,
busting, the bike fall,
I told em about them self-self made niggas, we like y'all.
We on some ish,
my will smother shit,
my Piru niggas down to them Eastside Crips.
I thug everyday's my last, ask Jesus,
he never missed the beat of my heart, and neither,
a leader,
in the two-seater,
slide off to the spot, get bread, and my feet up.
I'm knocking down,
when I around,
better have a nigga cheesey, face down.
I the city, the home of the Lakers,
Inglewood, riding we paper chasing, a Cali Nigga.