Luyện nghe bài hát Cali Niggaz

The Speaking

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

The Game

Motherfucker I'm Compton, the hub city,
I some thugs with me,
that'll set up shop and get rid of quickly,
Cutlass Supremes, on gold D's, puff sticky,
love Tupac to death and still Biggie.
Welcome to the side,
where Tec's fly,
dope drive them S5's,
come and get the best high,
who the fuck said the died,
you dead, the left side,
I will Heckler & Koch, pop shots, for my Niggas].
Deal niggas, smoking aces fucking with my [Cali Niggas].
them with poker faces,
red rag, pull it down so they know Jayceon,
down Wilshire,
07 Charger, K&M Filter,
high burning it up for my [Cali Niggas].
My real like it was directed 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 Niggaz]

Ya Boy

Ay, Frisco,
never 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 never got hands dirty,
I'm outside with the early,
Puffing by the gram heard me.
a bird,
the curb.
And if I get put me in a cell with my [Cali Niggas].
On the block, shots with my Cali Niggas,
fucking with them up in Watts, we all [Cali Niggas].
We run deep, hit Compton and niggas,
Game, line them up, let me tally niggas.
makers,
call big guns, rumble makers,
let the 'em introduce them to the undertaker.
trees,
big sun with the breeze,
you can call me one of the re, [Cali Niggas].

K-Dot

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, through morning, see thats a [Cali Nigga]
You see I'm the murderous 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 take the of us [Cali Niggas].
Don't call them rappers, address as Bill O'Reilly niggas,
but we gon get them and we kill em, address them as Hally niggas.
never the more they say they ain't these [Cali Niggas].
When ya'll was class over these hoes man,
I was at Centennial catching fades over games.
That's one ago, 350 days,
350 ways, I switch the flow, a hot Nigga]
I am a good to work with,
destroy your life or destroy rap verses,
a bitch,
so I buy whatever she wants, and hope can be my reimburstment.
the game until I see a hundred cows roaming this earth surface,
at I was parched, but now I'm the thristiest,
dehydrated,
hungry, frustrated,
one of the greatest [Cali

Dubb

Hey, Hey,
Hey, Hey,
I'm on the Street like a stock broker,
then I'm back to the where they pop toasters,
Every nigga screaming war, is not soldiers,
selling in the hood with my [Cali Niggas]
Look, I'm shitting on moving,
this on my chain ain't a label a movement,
with caps, it's a nail in the coffin,
look, I arms like 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 What the fuck is up?
If so when we meet, I got heat for [Cali Niggas].
When I spit, the realest will something,
that's why I on the block, I'm still hustling,
you shit on the drop my shit pumping,
a spot a mailbox, it's where the bills come in.
Me and riding in an S5,
a nigga up, take him for a test drive,
tie the up, show him how the west ride,
Central LA, I'm a [Cali Nigga]
Where the was born,
make sure your is worn,
cause nigga's split ya chest when the Tec is drawn,
nigga's will split ya deck, then pull card,
just try to act on the boulevard,
you it's 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,
them three, I take over the whole strip,
no shit,
the nigga is no bitch,
know this, I'm so loyal to my [Cali

[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 brothers 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,
through the city streets,
cannon under my seat,
in the back of the trunk, who want it with beef?
Seperate your soul from flesh if you ever hate,
keep comments to yourself, watch your soul levitate,
Central LA,
nigga the place to be,
in my house, counting big money is the for me.
Blow dro, and ride G rides,
and cane slanging, the whole nine,
Chuck Taylors, red strings, and suits,
& Milds, Chronic blunts, and Absolut,
Killa Kali, fuck we clap you fool,
the talk, bring your gat, we're 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 you from me?
and I chase bitches nigga I chase after money,
hungry,
trying to eat till my bust,
I'm Cali raised, slang, you smelling us?
boss' life 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 hundreds till my thumbs green.
Interested in major and power moves,
interfere and get em wet up like a do,
how we do.
Street sweep you we ride up on ya,
I that West Covina, California.
Sixty-six hit more licks a tootsie roll,
me a mic, a bad bitch, and I'm good 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 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 city of and mostly 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 turn the lights off,
and pull up on the fake ass to turn his life off.
out!, Block out!,
busting, watch the fall,
I told em about them self-self niggas, we ain't like y'all.
We on other ish,
my goons smother shit,
from my Piru niggas down to Eastside Crips.
I like everyday's my last, ask Jesus,
he missed 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,
I come around,
better a nigga cheesey, everybody face down.
I the city, the home of the Lakers,
Inglewood, riding we paper chasing, a Cali Nigga.