Luyện nghe bài hát In Cali We Live Rowdy

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

I was born and raised up in the
Never leave the scene till the smoke settled
California, nothing but devils
Though we sport blue rags and prison credentials
Continentals, hit your back bumper in the lot
I my boys twenty G's for marking up your spot
Smoking pot, I stop banging
2320 is the hood that I'm
Beyond Entertainment, make it
Motherfuckers the pavement in the worldwide engagement
Confrontation, defeat is what facing
Fool, it's Mr. Shadow with ammo, ready to it
In case it out of hand
I'm that bald motherfucker that'll scold you like
You best have gangster in you
no stopping in Dago homey, the saga continues

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

I'm unloading, provoking all you mark ass
Now stay your ass doors and out of my business
What you sniffing, thinking you could up
You best kick or your ass'll get locked up
I'm unstoppable, of your darkest hours
One Man Battalion, smoking weed potent powder
Straight out of Dago, believe that I'm a man
Not to my seora, and you're a buried man
I carry plans that your mind struggle
Leave a motherfucker in seeing double
A couple shots to let a fool
pack a fucking weapon wherever you go
I'm in state of mind, I'm surrounded by thugs
In the 619 area we giving a fuck
Handcuffs homey down
I represent Wop Town, Amici Park, fool

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In

Hell no I won't surrender to any
Motherfuck my enemies, the goes on forever
Spend a day in my hood and I put on my last name
You're better off jumping from the cascade
A self-made millionare the one and only
America's finest nothing but riders around me
It's getting rowdy, take your time
em back to let you know that you stepped beyond my line
Tec 9 in my waistline, now feel the
Flashing in a '62, bouncing down the
Treat like a hoe-bag, I hope that
You don't press your luck, little bitch I hold back
Toe tags'll be a
For every phony motherfucker trying to take mine
Your state line I cross, I'm the
Shut your mouth and sit down ain't no finding what you lost,

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