Luyện nghe bài hát Cali Niggaz

The Speaking

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

The Game

Motherfucker I'm Compton, the hub city,
I brought some with me,
set up shop and get rid of drugs quickly,
drive Cutlass Supremes, on gold D's, sticky,
love Tupac to and still bump Biggie.
to the west side,
where Tec's fly,
dope boys drive S5's,
smoke and get the best high,
who the fuck said the died,
you dead, this the side,
I Heckler & Koch, pop shots, for my [Cali Niggas].
Deal niggas, then smoking aces with my [Cali Niggas].
them with poker faces,
red rag, pull it down so they it's Jayceon,
riding Wilshire,
07 Charger, K&M Filter,
high burning it up for my [Cali Niggas].
My real like it was directed by Hype Williams,
I started off with 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 hands dirty,
I'm with the grams early,
life by the gram heard me.
a bird,
the curb.
And if I get caught put me in a cell 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,
Game, line them up, let me tally niggas.
makers,
call big guns, rumble makers,
let the thunderquake 'em them to the undertaker.
trees,
big sun the calm breeze,
you can call me one of the re, realest Niggas].

[Screwed]

Yes, Cali,
home of the 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 from the blocks,
Compton, California where you'd get caught with your gun on you,
see as hot as a sauna,
and in the winter time, niggas walk out without kissing they momma,
of a [Cali Nigga].
Hip-hop to take the life of us [Cali Niggas].
Don't call them rappers, them as Bill O'Reilly niggas,
but we gon get them and we kill em, address them as some niggas.
the more they say they ain't feeling these [Cali Niggas].
When was ditching class over these hoes man,
I was at Centennial catching over dice games.
That's one ago, 350 days,
350 ways, I the flow, a hot [Cali Nigga]
I am a good dude to 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 hundred roaming this earth surface,
at I was parched, but now I'm the thristiest,
dehydrated,
hungry, frustrated,
one of the [Cali Niggas]

[Screwed]

Hey, Hey,
Hey, Hey,
I'm on the Wall like a stock broker,
then I'm back to the hood where pop toasters,
Every nigga war, they is not soldiers,
selling in the hood with my [Cali Niggas]
Look, I'm shitting on moving,
this on my chain a label it's a movement,
fuck with caps, a nail in the coffin,
look, I arms like heroin addicts,
look, a hater get drastic,
you my son, they me, you end up a bastard. ha
I got the internet nuts,
bitches me on myspace say they want to suck him up,
you want beef? What the is up?
If so we meet, I got heat for these [Cali Niggas].
I spit, the realest will feel something,
that's why I stay on the block, I'm hustling,
you shit on the drop my shit pumping,
a spot like a mailbox, it's where the come in.
Me and riding in an S5,
a nigga up, take him for a test drive,
tie the nigga up, him how the west ride,
South LA, I'm a [Cali Nigga]
the best was born,
make sure vest is worn,
cause nigga's will ya chest when the Tec is drawn,
nigga's will ya deck, then pull your card,
just try to act on the boulevard,
you know it's me in the coupe I'm speeding through,
the fiend's say I colt like a vehicle.
It's birds, a bitch, brick, and 4 Fif,
them three, I take over the whole strip,
no shit,
the skinny is no bitch,
know this, I'm so loyal to my 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 with pops,
he the seed of Compton, I'm Harlem, Watts.
a dub,
a snub,
busting at any motherfucker who be with us.
is Watts, California, gutterville, U.S.A.,
gangbang capital, crackhouses, tape,
riding the city streets,
cannon under my seat,
chopper in the of the trunk, who want it with beef?
Seperate your from your flesh if you ever hate,
keep comments to yourself, watch your soul levitate,
South LA,
nigga the place to be,
in my house, big money is the place for me.
good dro, and ride G rides,
gangbanging and slanging, the whole nine,
Chuck Taylors, red strings, and suits,
Black & Milds, blunts, and Absolut,
Killa Kali, fuck scrapping we you fool,
the talk, bring your gat, we're blasting two's.
From the to the booth I'm the realest,
Jay-Rock and I do it for my [Cali Niggas]

[Screwed] {The Game}

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

Ay, whose back in the on white walls,
big body, the color as Lysol,
hit the block up, if an turn the lights off,
and pull up on the ass nigga to turn 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 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 kick my 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 authentic we paper chasing, a Nigga.