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 nigga
Y'all niggas gotta recognize,
don't wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?
But this shit come all the way back here
My Dre, droppin' heat box on y'all bitch-ass
Yaknahmsayin? You recognize
L.A. niggas, connected all the motherfucking world, nigga
this; peep game

Now in my days I used to sport a rag
Backpack full of cans 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 drinkin' til we up (threw up)
At Leimert Park, taggin', hittin' up
Ditching my class, to fuck yo' school up
You wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep, y'all niggas to shoot you
Now there's another motherfucker with no
But Time Bomb much when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got em jumpin to the Hoover

I'm coming "Straight Outta Compton" a loose cannon
Smoke big green, it Bruce Banner
Watch your manners, at last blast from the top notch
From way back the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
this, Dr. Dre twisting wit Tha Liks
And Hittman a fix
Don't trip, it's a Bomb in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
Wait a minute it's on, I tell it a true mackadelic
Weed and cocaine sold separate, it
sundown to sunup -- clown and run up
The be two in your gut, nigga what?

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and heat
for survival each day in L.A.!
It don't stop, we mash in hot pursuit from the cops
Analyze why we act 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
caps for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to Air Max shoes, that's true
But I grew up niggas jack you, harass you
Blast you, for set you claim (where you from?)
Mash on you for Turkish chain, C.K. B.K
Blue'd up or flame, I ran wit a
I helped niggas get, jacked for Dana Dane's
My pants hang below my
I look wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Vince Carter from the
Don't my time
Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and bitches
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, on switches

I was raised in the hood WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go
Slugs for the of it
Anybody hatin' on us can suck a
If I catch you touching mine you a flat-line, dead on the floor
Better yours, driving away gettin' head from a whore
AvireX-to-the-Z
Fuckin' with me get you banned from TV
Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the time
Multiply, we don't die, the streets lie
What, so do I, I'm bad for your health
Like puttin' a up to your face and blastin' yourself

Five in the mornin', at my do'
Glock in my dresser drawer
Let 'em in BLAOW he see the thunder roll
Roll niggas, who buy fifths by the fo'
And brew's by the
SLAP YOU in the face the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit Sedans and rings
Haters fold the style, but find no openings

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

In L.A

That's how we