Luyện nghe bài hát Cali Niggaz

The Speaking

From
Born in Hospital nigga,
29, 1979
On some G
My moms scream or nothing
And I never cried nigga

The Game

Motherfucker I'm Compton, the hub city,
I some thugs with me,
set up shop and get rid of drugs quickly,
drive Cutlass Supremes, on gold D's, sticky,
love Tupac to death and still Biggie.
to the west side,
where them fly,
dope boys drive S5's,
come smoke and get the high,
who the fuck said the died,
you dead, the left side,
I will Heckler & Koch, pop shots, for my Niggas].
Deal niggas, then smoking aces fucking my [Cali Niggas].
Leave them with faces,
red rag, pull it down so they it's Jayceon,
down Wilshire,
07 Charger, K&M Filter,
high speed burning it up for my Niggas].
My life real like it was by Hype Williams,
I off with visions of stacking Benjamins to the ceiling.
The more gang banging, the killing,
the more 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 with the grams early,
Puffing life by the gram 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 with them up in Watts, we all [Cali Niggas].
We run deep, hit and rally niggas,
Hurricane Game, line up, let me tally niggas.
makers,
call them big guns, makers,
let the thunderquake 'em introduce 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, hungover through morning, see 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, don't walk out without kissing they momma,
life of a Nigga].
Hip-hop trying to take the life of us Niggas].
Don't call them rappers, address as Bill O'Reilly niggas,
but we gon get them and we kill em, them as some Hally niggas.
never the more say they ain't feeling these [Cali Niggas].
When ya'll was class over these hoes man,
I was at Centennial catching fades 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 these rap verses,
a bitch,
so I buy whatever she wants, and hope can be my reimburstment.
Milk the game until I see a hundred cows roaming this 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 back to the hood where pop toasters,
nigga screaming war, they is not soldiers,
selling crack in the hood my [Cali Niggas]
Look, I'm on everything moving,
this on my chain ain't a it's a movement,
fuck with caps, a nail in the coffin,
look, I shoot arms heroin addicts,
look, a hater get drastic,
you my son, kill me, you end up a bastard. ha
I got the going nuts,
bitches me on myspace say they want to suck him up,
you beef? What the fuck is up?
If so when we meet, I got heat for [Cali Niggas].
When I spit, the will feel something,
that's why I stay on the block, I'm hustling,
When you on the drop my shit pumping,
a spot like a mailbox, where the bills come in.
Me and Hurricane in an S5,
snatch a nigga up, take him for a drive,
tie the nigga up, show him how the ride,
South Central LA, I'm a [Cali
Where the was born,
make your vest 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 it's me in the coupe when 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 to my [Cali Niggas]

[Screwed]

Crusing through my hood to see good,
my block considered Death Row but we ain't 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 fucking us.
is Watts, California, gutterville, U.S.A.,
gangbang capital, crackhouses, tape,
riding the city streets,
cannon under my seat,
in the back of the trunk, who want it with beef?
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 is the place for me.
good dro, and ride G rides,
gangbanging and cane slanging, the nine,
Chuck Taylors, red strings, and suits,
& Milds, Chronic blunts, and Absolut,
Killa Kali, 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 and I do it for my [Cali Niggas]

Topic [Screwed] {The

Who the fuck want to you from me?
and I don't chase bitches nigga I chase money,
hungry,
trying to eat my belly bust,
I'm Cali raised, slang, you smelling us?
It's boss' nigga,
I put it down I'm dropping the habit,
smoke an ounce and get up more bounce than a rabbit.
Got to have it a crack fiend,
counting big face till my thumbs green.
Interested in major money and moves,
and get em wet up like a shower do,
how we do.
Street sweep you when we up on ya,
I that West Covina, California.
Sixty-six hit licks 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 like Comet,
up my set, boss' life, like I'm sick and vomit,
bow down to the realest, nigga pay homage,
in the city of 600's and Chronic, haha, West.
And I'ma clutching, busting the trigger,
talk that shit, fuck around and get ride by us [Cali

Ay, back in the 'Lac on white walls,
big body, the color as Lysol,
hit the block up, if an turn the lights off,
and pull up on the fake ass nigga to turn his off.
out!, Block out!,
busting, the bike fall,
I told em about them self-self made niggas, we ain't y'all.
We on some ish,
my will smother shit,
from my Piru down to them Eastside Crips.
I thug like my last, ask Jesus,
he never the beat of my heart, and won't 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 cheesey, everybody face down.
I the city, the home of the Lakers,
Inglewood, authentic we paper chasing, a Cali Nigga.