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 never cried nigga

The Game

Motherfucker I'm Compton, the hub city,
I brought some with me,
that'll set up shop and get rid of quickly,
drive Cutlass Supremes, on D's, puff sticky,
love to death and still bump Biggie.
Welcome to the side,
where them fly,
dope drive them S5's,
smoke and get the best high,
who the fuck the west died,
you dead, the left side,
I will Heckler & Koch, pop shots, for my Niggas].
Deal niggas, then smoking aces with my [Cali Niggas].
Leave them poker faces,
red rag, pull it down so they it's Jayceon,
riding Wilshire,
07 Charger, K&M Filter,
high speed it up for my [Cali Niggas].
My life real like it was by Hype Williams,
I started off with visions of stacking to the ceiling.
The more banging, the more killing,
the more dealing,
the cap peeling.
We all Niggaz]

Ya Boy

Ay, Frisco,
rode 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 never got hands dirty,
I'm with the grams early,
Puffing life by the heard me.
a bird,
the curb.
And if I get caught put me in a with my [Cali Niggas].
On the block, shots with my Cali Niggas,
fucking them boys up in Watts, we all [Cali Niggas].
We run deep, hit Compton and niggas,
Game, line them up, let me tally niggas.
makers,
call them big guns, makers,
let the thunderquake 'em them to the undertaker.
trees,
big sun the calm breeze,
you can me one of the re, realest [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 winter time, niggas don't walk out without kissing momma,
life of a Nigga].
Hip-hop to take the life of us [Cali Niggas].
Don't them rappers, address them as Bill O'Reilly niggas,
but we gon get them and we kill em, them as some Hally niggas.
never the more they say they feeling these [Cali Niggas].
When ya'll was ditching class 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 good to work with,
destroy life 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 [Cali Niggas]

Dubb

Hey, Hey,
Hey, Hey,
I'm on the Wall Street like a broker,
then I'm 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,
fuck caps, it's a nail in the coffin,
look, I arms like heroin addicts,
look, a hater get drastic,
you my son, kill me, you end up a bastard. ha
I got the internet nuts,
bitches me on myspace say they want to suck him up,
you want beef? What the is up?
If so when we meet, I got heat for these Niggas].
When I spit, the realest feel something,
why I stay on the block, I'm still hustling,
When you on the drop my shit pumping,
a spot like a mailbox, it's where the bills 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 Central LA, I'm a Nigga]
Where the was born,
sure your vest is worn,
cause nigga's will split ya chest the Tec is drawn,
nigga's split ya deck, then pull your card,
try to act hard on the boulevard,
you know it's me in the coupe 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 take the whole strip,
no shit,
the skinny is no bitch,
know this, I'm so loyal to my [Cali

[Screwed]

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

[Screwed] {The Game}

Who the fuck to snatch you from me?
and I chase bitches nigga I chase after money,
hungry,
trying to eat till my bust,
I'm raised, ghetto slang, you smelling us?
It's life nigga,
I put it down I'm dropping the habit,
smoke an ounce and get up with more than a rabbit.
Got to have it like a fiend,
counting big face hundreds my thumbs green.
in major money and power moves,
interfere and get em wet up like a 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,
give me a mic, a bad bitch, and I'm 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 flame a mic, loosen up}
I Game, my game to tight,
I'm out of like Haley's Comet,
throw up my set, life, like I'm sick and vomit,
bow to the realest, nigga pay your homage,
in the of 600's and mostly Chronic, haha, West.
And I'ma clutching, busting 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 block up, if an turn the lights off,
and pull up on the fake ass nigga to turn his off.
out!, Block out!,
busting, the bike fall,
I told em about them self-self niggas, we ain't like y'all.
We on some ish,
my goons smother shit,
from my Piru down to them Eastside Crips.
I thug like 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 represent the city, the of the Lakers,
Inglewood, riding we paper chasing, a Cali Nigga.