Luyện nghe bài hát Cali Niggaz

The Speaking

From
in Seminole Hospital nigga,
November 29,
On G shit
My moms scream or nothing
And I ain't 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 D's, puff sticky,
love Tupac to death and bump Biggie.
Welcome to the side,
where them fly,
dope drive them 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 with my [Cali Niggas].
Leave with poker faces,
red rag, it down so they know it's Jayceon,
down Wilshire,
07 Charger, K&M Filter,
high speed burning it up for my Niggas].
My life real it was directed by Hype Williams,
I started off with visions of stacking to the ceiling.
The more banging, the more killing,
the drug dealing,
the cap peeling.
We all [Cali

Ya Boy

Ay, Frisco,
never a 6-4,
they might ghost ride, 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,
Puffing life by the gram me.
a bird,
the curb.
And if I get caught put me in a cell my [Cali Niggas].
On the block, busting shots with my Niggas,
fucking with 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, [Cali 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 the murderous blocks,
Compton, California where you'd rather get caught with gun on you,
see as hot as a sauna,
and in the time, niggas don't walk out without kissing they momma,
of a [Cali 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 em, address them as some Hally niggas.
the more they say they ain't feeling these [Cali Niggas].
When ya'll was ditching class these hoes man,
I was at catching fades over dice games.
That's one ago, 350 days,
350 ways, I switch the flow, a hot Nigga]
I am a dude to work 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 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 Street like a stock broker,
I'm back to the hood where they pop toasters,
Every screaming war, they is not soldiers,
selling in the hood with my [Cali Niggas]
Look, I'm shitting on moving,
this on my chain ain't a it's a movement,
with caps, it's a nail in the coffin,
look, I shoot arms heroin addicts,
look, a shit get drastic,
you my son, they me, you end up a bastard. ha
I got the going nuts,
bitches me on myspace say they want to suck him up,
you want beef? the fuck is up?
If so when we meet, I got for these [Cali Niggas].
When I spit, the will feel something,
that's why I stay on the block, I'm hustling,
When you shit on the drop my pumping,
a spot like a mailbox, it's 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 Nigga]
Where the was born,
make sure your is worn,
nigga's will split ya chest when the Tec is drawn,
nigga's will split ya deck, then pull card,
try to act hard on the boulevard,
you know me in the coupe when I'm speeding through,
the fiend's say I whip colt a vehicle.
It's 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 loyal to my Niggas]

[Screwed]

Crusing through my to see whats 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 through the streets,
cannon right my seat,
in the back of the trunk, who want it with beef?
Seperate your from your flesh if you ever hate,
keep your 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 slanging, the whole nine,
Taylors, red strings, and khaki suits,
Black & Milds, blunts, and Absolut,
Killa Kali, fuck scrapping we you fool,
fuck the talk, bring your gat, blasting two's.
From the to the booth I'm the realest,
nigga and I do it for my [Cali Niggas]

Topic [Screwed] Game}

Who the fuck want to snatch you me?
and I don't bitches nigga I chase after money,
hungry,
trying to eat my belly bust,
I'm Cali raised, ghetto slang, you us?
It's boss' nigga,
I put it down I'm dropping the habit,
smoke an and get up with more bounce than a rabbit.
Got to have it a crack fiend,
counting big face hundreds till my 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.
hit more 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 they better let it go,
arsenal.
I heat it up, I to flame a mic, {Topic loosen up}
I Game, my game to tight,
I'm out of sight Haley's Comet,
up my set, boss' life, like I'm sick and vomit,
bow to the realest, nigga pay your homage,
in the city of 600's and Chronic, haha, West.
And I'ma stay clutching, the trigger,
talk that shit, fuck and get ride by us [Cali Niggas]

Ay, whose in the 'Lac on white walls,
big body, the same as Lysol,
hit the up, if an enemy turn the lights off,
and pull up on the ass nigga 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 some ish,
my goons will shit,
from my Piru niggas down to Eastside Crips.
I thug like 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,
I come around,
better a nigga cheesey, everybody face down.
I represent the city, the of the Lakers,
Inglewood, riding authentic we paper chasing, a Nigga.