Luyện nghe bài hát Cali Niggaz

The Speaking

From
Born in Seminole nigga,
November 29,
On some G
My moms ain't scream or
And I ain't cried nigga

The [Screwed]

Motherfucker I'm Compton, the hub city,
I brought some with me,
that'll set up shop and get rid of quickly,
Cutlass Supremes, on gold D's, puff sticky,
love to death and still bump Biggie.
to the west side,
where Tec's fly,
dope drive them 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].
niggas, then smoking aces fucking with my [Cali Niggas].
Leave with poker faces,
red rag, pull it down so they it's Jayceon,
down Wilshire,
07 Charger, K&M Filter,
high burning it up for my [Cali Niggas].
My life real like it was directed by Williams,
I started off with visions of Benjamins to the ceiling.
The more gang banging, the killing,
the drug dealing,
the cap peeling.
We all [Cali

Ya Boy

Ay, Frisco,
rode a 6-4,
they ghost 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 caught put me in a cell with my Niggas].
On the block, busting shots with my Niggas,
with 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 them big guns, makers,
let the 'em introduce them to the undertaker.
trees,
big sun the calm breeze,
you can call me one of the re, realest 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 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 don't walk out without kissing momma,
of a [Cali Nigga].
Hip-hop trying to 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, address as some Hally niggas.
never the more they say they ain't feeling [Cali Niggas].
When ya'll was ditching over these hoes man,
I was at catching fades over dice games.
one years ago, 350 days,
350 ways, I switch the flow, a hot [Cali
I am a good dude to with,
destroy your 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 Street a stock broker,
then I'm back to the hood they pop toasters,
Every screaming war, they is not soldiers,
selling crack in the with my [Cali Niggas]
Look, I'm on everything moving,
on my chain ain't a label it's a movement,
fuck with caps, it's a in the coffin,
look, I shoot like heroin addicts,
look, a hater get drastic,
you my son, they me, you end up a bastard. ha
I got the going nuts,
hitting me on myspace say they want to suck him up,
you want beef? What the is up?
If so when we meet, I got heat for these Niggas].
When I spit, the will feel something,
that's why I on the block, I'm still hustling,
When you shit on the my shit pumping,
a spot like a mailbox, it's the bills come in.
Me and riding in an S5,
snatch a nigga up, take him for a drive,
tie the nigga up, him how the west ride,
South LA, I'm a [Cali Nigga]
the best was born,
make sure your is worn,
nigga's will split ya chest when the Tec is drawn,
nigga's will 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 fiend's say I whip colt a vehicle.
three birds, a bitch, brick, and 4 Fif,
with three, I take over the whole strip,
no shit,
the skinny is no bitch,
know this, I'm so 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 blood with 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,
riding through the streets,
cannon right my seat,
chopper in the back of the trunk, who want it beef?
your soul from your flesh if you ever hate,
keep your to yourself, watch your soul levitate,
Central LA,
nigga it's the to be,
in my house, big money is the place for me.
Blow good dro, and G rides,
and cane slanging, the whole nine,
Chuck Taylors, red strings, and suits,
Black & Milds, blunts, and Absolut,
Killa Kali, scrapping we clap 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 Niggas]

Topic {The Game}

Who the fuck want to snatch you me?
and I don't chase bitches nigga I chase money,
hungry,
trying to eat till my bust,
I'm raised, ghetto slang, you smelling us?
It's boss' nigga,
I put it down like I'm the habit,
smoke an ounce and get up more bounce than a rabbit.
Got to it like a crack fiend,
counting big face till my thumbs green.
Interested in money and power moves,
interfere and get em wet up a shower do,
how we do.
Street you when we ride up on ya,
I represent that 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 they better let it go,
arsenal.
I it up, I like to flame a mic, {Topic loosen up}
I Game, my game to tight,
I'm out of like Haley's 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 I'ma clutching, busting the trigger,
talk that shit, fuck and get ride by us [Cali Niggas]

Ay, back in the 'Lac on white walls,
big body, the same as Lysol,
hit the block up, if an enemy turn the off,
and pull up on the fake ass to turn his life off.
Block out!, out!,
busting, watch the fall,
I told em about them 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 like 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 doors down,
I come around,
better have a nigga cheesey, everybody down.
I the city, the home of the Lakers,
Inglewood, riding we paper chasing, a Cali Nigga.