Luyện nghe bài hát Cali Niggaz

The Game

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

The Game

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

Ya Boy

Ay, Frisco,
never a 6-4,
might ghost ride, ghost ride,
but Ya Boy is low pro.
on the low though,
Black Tims, polo,
peekhole,
long 4-4.
Ya never got your dirty,
I'm outside with the early,
Puffing by the gram heard me.
a bird,
the curb.
And if I get caught put me in a with my [Cali Niggas].
On the block, busting shots with my Niggas,
fucking them boys up in Watts, we all [Cali Niggas].
We run deep, hit and rally niggas,
Game, line them up, let me tally niggas.
makers,
call big guns, rumble makers,
let the thunderquake 'em introduce to the undertaker.
trees,
big sun the calm 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, hungover through morning, see thats a 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, don't walk out without kissing they momma,
life of a Nigga].
Hip-hop trying to the life of us [Cali Niggas].
Don't call them rappers, address them as O'Reilly niggas,
but we gon get them and we kill em, address as some Hally niggas.
never the more say they ain't feeling these [Cali Niggas].
When was ditching class over these hoes man,
I was at Centennial fades over dice games.
That's one ago, 350 days,
350 ways, I switch the flow, a hot Nigga]
I am a good dude to with,
destroy your life or destroy rap verses,
a bitch,
so I buy whatever she wants, and hope can be my reimburstment.
Milk the game I see a hundred 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 Wall Street like a broker,
then I'm to the hood where they pop toasters,
Every nigga war, they is not soldiers,
selling crack in the with my [Cali Niggas]
Look, I'm shitting on moving,
this on my chain ain't a label a movement,
fuck with caps, it's a in the coffin,
look, I arms like heroin addicts,
look, a shit get drastic,
you my son, kill me, you end up a bastard. ha
I got the internet nuts,
hitting me on myspace say they want to suck him up,
you want What the fuck is up?
If so when we meet, I got heat for [Cali Niggas].
When I spit, the will feel something,
why I stay on the block, I'm still hustling,
When you shit on the drop my pumping,
a spot like a mailbox, it's where the bills in.
Me and Hurricane in an S5,
snatch a up, take him for a test drive,
tie the nigga up, show him how the ride,
Central LA, I'm a [Cali Nigga]
Where the was born,
make sure your is worn,
cause nigga's will split ya chest the Tec is drawn,
nigga's split ya deck, then pull your card,
try to act hard on the boulevard,
you know it's me in the coupe I'm speeding through,
the say I whip colt like a vehicle.
It's birds, a bitch, brick, and 4 Fif,
with three, I take over the whole strip,
no shit,
the skinny is no bitch,
this, I'm so loyal to my [Cali Niggas]

Jay-Rock

Crusing through my hood to see good,
my considered 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 brothers with different pops,
he the of Compton, I'm from Harlem, Watts.
a dub,
a snub,
busting at any motherfucker who be fucking us.
is Watts, California, gutterville, U.S.A.,
capital, crackhouses, yellow tape,
riding the city streets,
cannon under my seat,
chopper in the back of the trunk, who want it with
Seperate your soul from your flesh if you 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,
Chuck Taylors, red strings, and suits,
Black & Milds, blunts, and Absolut,
Kali, fuck scrapping we clap you fool,
fuck the talk, your gat, we're blasting two's.
From the to the booth I'm the realest,
Jay-Rock nigga and I do it for my [Cali

Topic [Screwed] Game}

Who the fuck want to snatch you me?
and I chase bitches nigga I chase after money,
hungry,
trying to eat till my bust,
I'm Cali raised, slang, you smelling us?
It's life nigga,
I put it like I'm dropping the habit,
smoke an ounce and get up with more bounce a rabbit.
Got to have it like a fiend,
counting big face hundreds till my green.
Interested in money and power moves,
interfere and get em wet up like a 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 like a eskimo,
T.K.O. dawg,
I think they let it go,
arsenal.
I heat it up, I like to flame a mic, {Topic up}
I Game, my game to tight,
I'm out of sight Haley's Comet,
throw up my set, boss' life, 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, around and get ride by us [Cali Niggas]

Ay, whose in the 'Lac on white walls,
big body, the same as Lysol,
hit the block up, if an enemy the lights off,
and pull up on the fake ass nigga to his life off.
Block out!, out!,
busting, the bike fall,
I em about them self-self made niggas, we ain't like y'all.
We on other ish,
my goons will shit,
from my Piru niggas down to them Crips.
I thug everyday's my last, ask Jesus,
he never the beat of my heart, and won't neither,
a leader,
in the two-seater,
off to the spot, get bread, and kick my feet up.
I'm knocking down,
I come around,
better have a nigga cheesey, everybody down.
I the city, the home of the Lakers,
Inglewood, riding authentic we paper chasing, a Nigga.