Luyện nghe bài hát In Cali We Live Rowdy

What's
Mr. Shadow, my dog Fingaz you know
You know how we do it in Cali
We live how we
it, check it

I was born and raised up in the
Never leave the scene till the bomb settled
California, we're nothing but
Though we sport blue rags and prison credentials
Continentals, hit your bumper in the parking lot
I give my boys twenty G's for up your spot
Smoking pot, I don't banging
is the hood that I'm claiming
Beyond Entertainment, make it
Motherfuckers kiss the pavement in the engagement
Confrontation, is what you're facing
Fool, it's Mr. with ammo, ready to blaze it
In case it out of hand
I'm that bald motherfucker that'll scold you step-dad
You best have gangster in you
Ain't no stopping in Dago homey, the continues

In
In we live rowdy
With but riders and bangers and slangers around
In California we rowdy
With nothing but riders and and slangers around

I'm unloading, all you mark ass bitches
Now stay your ass doors and out of my business
What you sniffing, you could walk up
You best kick rocks or your ass'll get up
I'm unstoppable, of your darkest hours
One Man Battalion, smoking weed with powder
Straight out of Dago, that I'm a married man
Not to my seora, disrespect and you're a man
I carry plans that your mind struggle
a motherfucker in pain seeing double
A couple shots to let a know
pack a fucking weapon wherever you go
I'm in another of mind, I'm surrounded by thugs
In the 619 area we ain't a fuck
Handcuffs holding homey
I represent Wop Town, Park, Downtown fool

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In

Hell no I surrender to any contender
Motherfuck my enemies, the drama goes on
Spend a day in my and I put that on my last name
better off jumping from the highest cascade
A self-made from the one and only
America's finest with but riders around me
It's getting rowdy, motherfucker take time
Cough em to let you know that you stepped beyond my line
Tec 9 in my waistline, now feel the
Flashing in a '62, bouncing the street
Treat guppies like a hoe-bag, I that
You don't press your luck, little bitch I hold back
Toe be a sign
For every single phony trying to take mine
Your state line I cross, I'm the
Shut your mouth and sit down ain't no finding you lost, punk

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Everyday all day we live rowdy in Killa
Mr. Shadow, Fingaz, Street
You
And I'm out