Luyện nghe bài hát Cali Niggaz

The Speaking

From
in Seminole Hospital nigga,
November 29,
On some G
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,
that'll set up shop and get rid of quickly,
drive Cutlass Supremes, on gold D's, sticky,
love Tupac to death and still Biggie.
Welcome to the side,
where Tec's fly,
dope boys drive S5's,
come smoke and get the high,
who the fuck the west died,
you dead, the left side,
I Heckler & Koch, pop shots, for my [Cali Niggas].
niggas, then smoking aces fucking with my [Cali Niggas].
Leave them poker faces,
red rag, pull it down so they know Jayceon,
riding Wilshire,
07 Charger, K&M Filter,
high burning it up for my [Cali Niggas].
My life real like it was directed by Williams,
I off with visions 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,
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 your dirty,
I'm with the grams early,
Puffing by the gram heard me.
a bird,
the curb.
And if I get caught put me in a cell my [Cali Niggas].
On the block, busting shots my Cali Niggas,
fucking with them up in Watts, we all [Cali Niggas].
We run deep, hit Compton and niggas,
Hurricane Game, them up, let me tally niggas.
makers,
call them big guns, makers,
let the 'em introduce them to the undertaker.
trees,
big sun with the breeze,
you can me one of the re, realest [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, hungover through morning, see thats a Nigga]
You see I'm the murderous blocks,
Compton, California where you'd rather get with your gun on you,
see as hot as a sauna,
and in the winter time, niggas walk out without kissing they momma,
of a [Cali Nigga].
Hip-hop to take the life of us [Cali Niggas].
Don't call them rappers, address them as Bill niggas,
but we gon get them and we kill em, address them as Hally niggas.
never the more they say ain't feeling these [Cali Niggas].
ya'll 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 Nigga]
I am a dude to work with,
destroy your life or 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 cows roaming this 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 Wall like a stock broker,
then I'm back to the where they pop toasters,
Every nigga war, they is not soldiers,
selling crack in the with my [Cali Niggas]
Look, I'm shitting on 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 hater get drastic,
you my son, kill me, you end up a bastard. ha
I got the internet nuts,
bitches hitting me on myspace say want to suck him up,
you want beef? the fuck is up?
If so when we meet, I got heat for [Cali Niggas].
When I spit, the realest feel something,
that's why I stay on the block, I'm hustling,
When you shit on the drop my pumping,
a like a mailbox, it's where the bills come in.
Me and riding in an S5,
snatch a nigga up, take him for a drive,
tie the up, show him how the west ride,
South Central LA, I'm a Nigga]
Where the was born,
sure your vest is worn,
cause nigga's split ya chest when the Tec is drawn,
will split ya deck, then pull your card,
just try to act 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 three, I take over the whole strip,
no shit,
the skinny is no bitch,
know this, I'm so loyal to my [Cali

[Screwed]

Crusing through my to see whats 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 who be fucking with us.
is Watts, California, gutterville, U.S.A.,
gangbang capital, crackhouses, tape,
riding the city streets,
cannon right my seat,
chopper in the of the trunk, who want it with beef?
Seperate your soul from your flesh if you hate,
keep your comments to yourself, watch soul levitate,
South LA,
it's the place to be,
in my house, counting big is the place for me.
Blow dro, and ride G rides,
and cane slanging, the whole nine,
Chuck Taylors, red strings, and suits,
Black & Milds, blunts, and Absolut,
Killa Kali, fuck scrapping we you fool,
fuck the talk, bring your gat, we're two's.
the block to the booth I'm the realest,
Jay-Rock and I do it for my [Cali Niggas]

Topic {The Game}

Who the fuck want to you from me?
and I don't chase 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 like I'm dropping the habit,
smoke an ounce and get up with bounce than a rabbit.
Got to have it like a fiend,
counting big face till my thumbs green.
in major money and power moves,
interfere and get em wet up a shower do,
how we do.
Street sweep you we ride up on ya,
I represent 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 cold a eskimo,
T.K.O. dawg,
I think better 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 sight like Comet,
throw up my set, boss' life, like I'm and vomit,
bow down to the realest, pay your homage,
in the of 600's and mostly Chronic, haha, West.
And I'ma stay clutching, the trigger,
talk that shit, around and get ride by us [Cali Niggas]

Ay, whose back in the 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.
out!, Block out!,
busting, watch the 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 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 kick my up.
I'm doors down,
when I around,
better have a nigga cheesey, face down.
I the city, the home of the Lakers,
Inglewood, riding authentic we paper chasing, a Nigga.