Luyện nghe bài hát Cali Niggaz

The Game

From
Born in Hospital nigga,
29, 1979
On some G
My ain't scream or nothing
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,
drive Supremes, on gold D's, puff sticky,
Tupac to death and still bump Biggie.
Welcome to the side,
them Tec's fly,
dope drive them S5's,
come smoke and get the high,
who the fuck 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, 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 like it was directed by Hype Williams,
I off with visions of stacking 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 never got 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 cell my [Cali Niggas].
On the block, shots with my Cali Niggas,
fucking with them boys up in Watts, we all Niggas].
We run deep, hit and rally niggas,
Game, line them up, let me tally niggas.
makers,
call big guns, rumble makers,
let the thunderquake 'em introduce to the undertaker.
trees,
big sun the calm breeze,
you can call me one of the re, [Cali Niggas].

K-Dot

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 morning, see thats a [Cali Nigga]
You see I'm from the blocks,
Compton, California where you'd rather get with your gun on you,
see as hot as a sauna,
and in the time, niggas 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 them as Bill niggas,
but we gon get them and we kill em, address as some Hally niggas.
the more they say they ain't feeling these [Cali Niggas].
When was ditching class over these hoes man,
I was at Centennial fades over dice games.
one years ago, 350 days,
350 ways, I switch the flow, a hot [Cali
I am a good to work with,
destroy your life or these rap verses,
a bitch,
so I buy whatever she wants, and heaven 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 [Cali Niggas]

Dubb

Hey, Hey,
Hey, Hey,
I'm on the Wall Street like a broker,
then I'm back to the where they pop toasters,
Every nigga screaming war, is not soldiers,
selling crack in the hood 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 internet nuts,
bitches hitting me on say they want to suck him up,
you want beef? What the 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 on the drop my shit pumping,
a spot like a mailbox, it's the bills come in.
Me and Hurricane in an S5,
snatch a up, take him for a test 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,
cause nigga's will split ya chest 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 whip like a vehicle.
It's birds, a bitch, brick, and 4 Fif,
with three, I take over the whole strip,
no shit,
the skinny is no bitch,
this, I'm so loyal to my [Cali Niggas]

Jay-Rock

Crusing through my to see whats good,
my block considered Death Row but we ain't never 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 of Compton, I'm from 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 of the trunk, who want it with beef?
Seperate your soul from your if you ever hate,
keep your to yourself, watch your soul levitate,
South LA,
it's the place to be,
in my house, big money is the place 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 gat, we're blasting two's.
the block to the booth I'm the realest,
Jay-Rock and I do it for my [Cali Niggas]

Topic [Screwed] Game}

Who the want to snatch you from me?
and I don't chase bitches I chase after money,
hungry,
trying to eat till my bust,
I'm raised, ghetto slang, you smelling us?
boss' life nigga,
I put it like I'm dropping the habit,
smoke an ounce and get up more bounce than a rabbit.
Got to have it like a fiend,
counting big hundreds till my thumbs green.
Interested in money and power moves,
and get em wet up like a shower do,
how we do.
Street you when we ride up on ya,
I represent that Covina, California.
Sixty-six hit more licks than a roll,
me a mic, a bad bitch, and I'm good to go,
flow,
game like 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 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 and mostly Chronic, haha, West.
And I'ma clutching, busting the trigger,
talk that shit, fuck around and get by us [Cali Niggas]

Ay, back in the 'Lac on white walls,
big body, the color as Lysol,
hit the up, if an enemy turn the lights off,
and pull up on the fake ass nigga to turn his off.
out!, Block out!,
busting, watch the fall,
I told em about them self-self made niggas, we like y'all.
We on some ish,
my will smother shit,
from my Piru niggas 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,
off to the spot, get bread, and kick my feet up.
I'm doors down,
I come around,
better a nigga cheesey, everybody face down.
I represent the city, the of the Lakers,
Inglewood, riding we paper chasing, a Cali Nigga.