Luyện nghe bài hát Cali Niggaz

The Speaking

From
Born in Seminole nigga,
November 29,
On G shit
My ain't scream or nothing
And I ain't cried nigga

The Game

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,
Tupac to death and still bump Biggie.
Welcome to the side,
where them fly,
dope boys drive S5's,
come smoke and get the high,
who the fuck the west died,
you dead, this the side,
I will & Koch, pop shots, for my [Cali Niggas].
Deal niggas, then smoking aces with my [Cali Niggas].
them with poker faces,
red rag, pull it down so know it's Jayceon,
down Wilshire,
07 Charger, K&M Filter,
high speed burning it up for my Niggas].
My life real like it was by Hype Williams,
I started off with visions of 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,
nose 4-4.
Ya got your 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 with 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, line them up, let me niggas.
makers,
call them big guns, makers,
let the thunderquake 'em them to the undertaker.
trees,
big sun with the 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, hungover morning, see thats a [Cali 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 don't walk out without kissing momma,
of a [Cali Nigga].
Hip-hop to take the life of us [Cali Niggas].
call them rappers, address them 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 feeling these Niggas].
When ya'll was ditching class over these man,
I was at Centennial fades over dice games.
one years ago, 350 days,
350 ways, I the flow, a hot [Cali Nigga]
I am a good to work with,
destroy life or destroy these rap verses,
a bitch,
so I buy whatever she wants, and heaven can be my reimburstment.
Milk the game until I see a hundred cows 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 to the hood where they pop toasters,
Every nigga war, they is not soldiers,
selling crack in the hood with my 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 arms like heroin addicts,
look, a hater get drastic,
you my son, they me, you end up a bastard. ha
I got the internet nuts,
bitches hitting me on myspace say they to suck him up,
you want What 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 like a mailbox, it's where the bills come in.
Me and riding in an S5,
snatch a nigga up, him for a test drive,
tie the nigga up, show him how the ride,
South LA, I'm a [Cali Nigga]
Where the was born,
make sure vest is worn,
cause nigga's will ya chest when the Tec is drawn,
nigga's will 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 like a vehicle.
It's 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]

Jay-Rock

Crusing through my hood to see good,
my considered 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 brothers with pops,
he the seed of Compton, I'm 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 the city streets,
cannon under my seat,
chopper in the of the trunk, who want it with beef?
Seperate your soul from flesh if you ever hate,
keep your comments to yourself, your soul levitate,
Central LA,
nigga the place to be,
in my house, counting big money is the 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 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]

Topic {The Game}

Who the fuck want to you from me?
and I don't chase bitches nigga I chase money,
hungry,
trying to eat till my bust,
I'm raised, ghetto slang, you smelling us?
boss' life nigga,
I put it down like I'm the habit,
smoke an ounce and get up with more bounce a rabbit.
Got to have it like a fiend,
counting big face 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 West Covina, California.
Sixty-six hit more licks than a roll,
me a mic, a bad bitch, and I'm good 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 Game, my game to tight,
I'm out of sight Haley's Comet,
throw up my set, life, like I'm sick and vomit,
bow down to the realest, nigga pay homage,
in the city of and mostly Chronic, haha, West.
And I'ma stay clutching, the trigger,
talk that shit, fuck around and get ride by us Niggas]

Ay, whose back in the 'Lac on walls,
big body, the same as Lysol,
hit the block up, if an enemy the lights off,
and pull up on the fake ass nigga to his life off.
out!, Block out!,
busting, watch the fall,
I told em about them made niggas, we ain't like y'all.
We on other ish,
my will smother shit,
from my Piru down to them Eastside Crips.
I thug everyday's 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 my feet up.
I'm doors down,
when I around,
better a nigga cheesey, everybody face down.
I the city, the home of the Lakers,
Inglewood, authentic we paper chasing, a Cali Nigga.