Luyện nghe bài hát La

I'm in LA
The place where stars are
And it ain't never cold
Because the rain never storm
And the ain't only in the sky
Because the stars lay on the
And I-I-I-I-I, I got the city on lock if you wanna
And baby I cooling in LA

Pull up to the
Only guy here, cause niggas here
Know you gotta swerve around the
chickens with these chickens, politicin'
We gon' get a new or not
They up and down like switches
All these got extensions, even with the long hair
Everybody tripping, we mix Ciroc Patron here
Don't walk around here, everybody from a gang
Niggas ask you you from
mean you gotta run that chain
Smoking on purple rain
We smoke a certain strain
Soon as you call nigga
to the circle maine
Catch me off of rodeo, Alamita,
Whoop these rappers ass, they all bums nigga, row
And I ain't homeless people, I be down there feeding niggas
100 days, 100 nights, we killing for no reason
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, look at me in my

In LA
The where stars are born
And it never cold outside
Because the rain will never
And the stars ain't in the sky
Because the stars lay on the
And I-I-I-I-I, I got the on lock if you wanna explore
And baby I been in LA

Baby when you to LA?

I'm from that big raggin', tip toe taggin'
Mustard and mayonnaise, Daynas on the wagon
Brown baggin', baby mama naggin'
You're either skinny jeans, gucci belt or saggin'
Pleasure and agony, black jeans
The wood is the wood, but the is like a cavity
So tragedy, rarely see clarity
I'm like a (?), charity,
Los Angeles, scandalous, us how?
We the ones you get swag from, write that down
Home of the green leaf, out now
school lesson, y'all can drop out now
California highway, my way
I do it that way, then a fat jay
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, at me in my Cadillac car

In LA
The place where stars are
And it ain't cold outside
Because the rain never storm
And the ain't only in the sky
Because the lay on the floor
And I-I-I-I-I, I got the on lock if you wanna explore
And baby I cooling in LA

Baby you coming to LA?

I got LA poppin', cars be
No refreshing these hoes, they keep
droppin', chicken heads flockin'
No recess, my flows, no stoppin'
DeLorian rollin', stay swollen
Drive to (?), East Los is where I'm goin'
Cholo swagger, qe pasa
I'm it, (inhale?)
LA native, LA Raider, LA Rams, traitors
LA Clippers, LA Lakers, trippin' off Kobe, you the motherfuckin'
LA Dodgers, finger to the
Los niggas sayin' chinga to madres
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, at me in my fancy car

In LA
The place where are born
And it never cold outside
Because the rain never storm
And the stars ain't in the sky
Because the lay on the floor
And I-I-I-I-I, I got the on lock if you wanna explore
And baby I coolin' in-
(Compton, Compton, Compton, Compton, Compton, Compton)

It's time to blackout, time to spit this out
Niggas been finding for this shit, crackhouse
The way I spit, think I pulled the mack out
I the way I spit, niggas'll think I blew J-Lo back out
Still Compton nigga, fuck y'all thought I on vacation?
Same nigga that used to break in houses and PlayStation's
I waitin'
I Dre to put out Detox, or I'mma do it
This is that nigga, The Chronic mixed with embalming
Bring chin here blood, so I can put this lama to it
Disrespectful nigga, see window? I send your mama through it
Do it for the coast, so we can to it
Who you all the Pirus? The SA's and how the Los do it?
Similar to how the vice lords and do it
You remember Jay, out west, I'm the closest to it
Put on for my city bitch I'm supposed to do it
Straight Outta Compton, I'm the fucken poster to it, nigga
(Compton)

Mitchel, we out
(Woah? Ya dat)