Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.A. Niggas

Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in motherfucker
(West y'all)
Yeah, L.A.
L.A. niggas rule the world
Y'all niggas gotta recognize,
don't wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?
But this come all the way back around here
My Dre, droppin' heat box on y'all bitch-ass
You gotta recognize
L.A. niggas, connected all over the motherfucking world,
this; peep game

Now in my younger I used to sport a rag
Backpack of cans plus a four-four mag
G'd up the feet up
Blue'd up from the up's how I grew up
Loc'n, smokin' and til we threw up (threw up)
At Leimert Park, taggin', hittin' up
my class, just to fuck yo' school up
You wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep, niggas quick to shoot you
Now there's motherfucker with no future
But Time Bomb much when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got em jumpin Disciples to the

I'm coming "Straight Outta Compton" a loose cannon
Smoke big green, call it Banner
Watch your manners, at another blast from the top notch
From way back the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
Picture this, Dr. Dre twisting wit Tha
And Hittman a fix
trip, it's a Time Bomb in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
Wait a minute on, I tell it like a true mackadelic
and cocaine sold separate, check it
From sundown to -- clown and run up
The be two in your gut, nigga what?

We roll deep, smoke on drink and pack heat
for survival each day in L.A.!
It don't stop, we still mash in hot from the cops
why we act this way in L.A.!

Gimme that mic fool, it's a West jack move
They call me cause I spit like gats do
Cock me
Bust for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's
But I grew up niggas jack you, harass you
you, for that set you claim (where you from?)
Mash on you for your chain, C.K. B.K
up or flame, I ran wit a gang
I helped niggas get, jacked for they Dane's
My pants hang my waistline
I look humble wanna (yeah yeah)
I though, like Vince Carter from the baseline
Don't waste my
Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and bitches
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, on switches

I was in the hood called WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where the in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
for the fuck of it
Anybody on us can suck a dick
If I catch you touching mine you catch a flat-line, dead on the
Better than yours, driving away head from a whore
It's
with me might get you banned from TV
Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the time
Multiply, we die, the streets don't lie
What, so do I, I'm bad for your health
puttin' a pistol up to your face and blastin' yourself

Five in the mornin', at my do'
Glock in my dresser drawer
Let 'em come in BLAOW he see the thunder
Roll with niggas, who buy by the fo'
And by the case
YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit Sedans and rings
Haters fold the style, but can't find no

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and heat
Requirements for survival day in L.A.!
It don't stop, we still in hot pursuit from the cops
why we act this way in L.A.!

In L.A

That's how we