Luyện nghe bài hát L.A.X. Files

Put lighters up if you want to
Pull muthafuckin' Dodger caps
Over your muthafuckin' eyes you can't see shit
I you to go blind, nigga
So you can how I felt
When I was in that coma

Raised in the city of
Where safe and switch lanes
So stranger, slow
Where beggars and gangsta's
and dank are
Just part of a that we show

We got and ocean
We in slow motion
Off that sticky you up to blow
I swear ain't nothin' better
That's why we all take our off to you
The one

Come to my hood,
at my block, block
That's project buildin'
Yeah, where I got shot, shot

'Cause I was more hood than
Had more than Jay
More scars on my than the original Scarface
Or the Scarface

Al Pacino be no gangsta'
Deniro on Casino, he no
Wanna be, wanna see, get a shovel
Dig tookie up nigga 'cause he gangsta's

Niggas think they watch Menace a couple times
Seen in Boys n The Hood and press rewind
That you can survive when a Crip
Run upon your corner and flex the

You be out of your mind
A Blood will put you out of your mind
So the fuck up out of my hood
Or my take you up out of your shine

It a movie, dog
Hell yeah, it's a fuckin' Uzi, dog
I'm to hop inside my Impala
Try to up, don't lose me y'all

Raised in the city of
Where and danger switch lanes
So stranger, drive
Where beggars and gangsta's
and dank are
Just of a face that we show

We got mountains and
We in slow motion
Off that sticky you up to blow
I swear nothin' better there
That's why we all our hats off to you
The one

I know the O-Dog
And that nigga the real Game
I call him the rinse
And he ain't been in no gang

But he been in my house,
And he set on my couch,
I put one in the air
So yeah, that nigga know what I'm 'bout,

I'm 'bout my hood, I'm 'bout my
I'm 'bout my so if the rat money stop
And I a clock
Catch you slippin' at a light, get out yo'

We niggas, out of towner's
And rap niggas, and players
'Cause we player
We chop it up them trap niggas

We Outkasts, we big
Ludacris with big toys
Where I'm from only
Two standin' on the corner
Me and that liquor

what the Bloods did to Weezy
Look the Crips did to Jeezy
This banger shit ain't nothin' to play with
Me and Snoop Dogg just made it easy

Raised in the of angels
Where safe and danger switch
So stranger, slow
Where and gangsta's pass
and dank are
Just part of a face that we

We got and ocean
We move in slow
Off sticky you walk up to blow
I swear ain't nothin' better
That's why we all our hats off to you
The one

Y'all niggas got this LA real fucked up man
Niggas better respectin' what the fuck we about man
We take the fuck out
This shit ain't no movie,

This is real, Crips, Bloods, Ese's
We hold shit down, is LA
Wrote the on my face, put a muthafuckin' star behind
What the fuck I am,
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