Luyện nghe bài hát Cali Niggaz

The Speaking

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

The [Screwed]

Motherfucker I'm Compton, the hub city,
I brought some thugs me,
that'll set up shop and get rid of quickly,
drive Cutlass Supremes, on gold D's, sticky,
love Tupac to and still bump Biggie.
Welcome to the side,
where Tec's fly,
dope drive them S5's,
smoke and get the best high,
who the said the west died,
you dead, the left side,
I will & Koch, pop shots, for my [Cali Niggas].
Deal niggas, then smoking aces fucking my [Cali Niggas].
Leave 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 life real it was directed by Hype Williams,
I started off with of stacking Benjamins to the ceiling.
The gang banging, the more killing,
the drug 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,
with 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 them big guns, makers,
let the thunderquake 'em introduce to the undertaker.
trees,
big sun with the 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 thats a Nigga]
You see I'm from the blocks,
Compton, California you'd rather get caught with your gun on you,
see as hot as a sauna,
and in the winter time, don't walk out without kissing they momma,
of a [Cali Nigga].
Hip-hop trying to the life of us [Cali Niggas].
call them rappers, address them as Bill O'Reilly niggas,
but we gon get and we kill em, address them as some Hally niggas.
the more they say they ain't feeling these [Cali Niggas].
When ya'll was class over these hoes man,
I was at Centennial catching over dice games.
one years ago, 350 days,
350 ways, I switch the flow, a hot [Cali
I am a dude to work with,
destroy your or destroy these rap verses,
a bitch,
so I buy she wants, and hope 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 greatest Niggas]

[Screwed]

Hey, Hey,
Hey, Hey,
I'm on the Street like a stock broker,
then I'm back to the hood where pop toasters,
Every screaming war, they is not soldiers,
selling crack in the with my [Cali Niggas]
Look, I'm on everything moving,
this on my chain a label it's a movement,
fuck caps, it's a nail in the coffin,
look, I shoot arms like addicts,
look, a shit get drastic,
you my son, they me, you end up a bastard. ha
I got the going nuts,
bitches hitting me on myspace say they want to him up,
you want beef? the fuck is up?
If so when we meet, I got for these [Cali Niggas].
When I spit, the realest feel something,
that's why I stay on the block, I'm hustling,
you shit on the drop my shit pumping,
a spot a mailbox, it's where the bills come in.
Me and Hurricane in an S5,
snatch a nigga up, take him for a drive,
tie the up, show him how the west ride,
South LA, I'm a [Cali Nigga]
Where the was born,
make sure your is worn,
cause nigga's will split ya when the Tec is drawn,
nigga's will split ya deck, then pull card,
just try to act on the boulevard,
you know it's me in the coupe when I'm 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 nigga is no bitch,
know this, I'm so to my [Cali 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 with different 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,
right under my seat,
chopper in the back of the trunk, who want it beef?
Seperate your soul from your 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 dro, and ride G rides,
gangbanging and cane slanging, the nine,
Chuck Taylors, red strings, and suits,
& Milds, Chronic blunts, and Absolut,
Killa Kali, fuck 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 [Screwed] {The

Who the fuck want to snatch you me?
and I don't chase bitches nigga I chase money,
hungry,
trying to eat my belly bust,
I'm raised, ghetto slang, you smelling us?
It's boss' nigga,
I put it like I'm dropping the habit,
smoke an ounce and get up more bounce than a rabbit.
Got to it like a crack fiend,
counting big face hundreds till my green.
in major 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 licks than a tootsie roll,
give me a mic, a bad bitch, and I'm to go,
flow,
game cold a eskimo,
T.K.O. dawg,
I they better let it go,
arsenal.
I heat it up, I like to a mic, {Topic loosen up}
I can't Game, my to tight,
I'm out of like Haley's Comet,
throw up my set, boss' life, I'm sick and vomit,
bow down to the realest, pay your homage,
in the city of 600's and Chronic, haha, West.
And stay clutching, busting the trigger,
talk that shit, around 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 ass nigga to turn his life off.
Block out!, out!,
busting, the bike fall,
I told em them self-self made niggas, we ain't like y'all.
We on some ish,
my will smother shit,
from my Piru niggas down to Eastside Crips.
I thug everyday's my last, ask Jesus,
he never missed the of my heart, and won't neither,
a leader,
in the two-seater,
slide off to the spot, get bread, and kick my up.
I'm knocking down,
I come around,
better have a cheesey, everybody face down.
I the city, the home of the Lakers,
Inglewood, riding we paper chasing, a Cali Nigga.