Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.A. Niggas

Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in motherfucker
(West y'all)
Yeah, L.A.
L.A. rule the world nigga
Y'all gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?
Niggas don't wanna peep game,
But this shit all the way back around here
My nigga Dre, droppin' box on y'all bitch-ass
Yaknahmsayin? You recognize
L.A. niggas, all over 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 from the up
up from the shoe up's how I grew up
Loc'n, smokin' and til we threw up (threw up)
At Leimert Park, taggin', fools up
Ditching my class, to fuck yo' school up
You wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep, y'all quick to shoot you
Now another motherfucker with no future
But Time Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, dope like
Got em Disciples to the Hoover

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

We roll deep, smoke on weed and pack heat
Requirements for each day in L.A.!
It stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops
why we act this way in L.A.!

Gimme that mic fool, it's a coast jack move
They call me Hitt cause I spit gats do
me back
Bust caps for my max crew, at
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 Turkish chain, C.K. B.K
up or flame, I ran wit a gang
I helped get, jacked for they Dana Dane's
My pants hang below my
I look humble rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Vince Carter from the
waste my time
Fuck a scrap in Cali, AK's and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and fine-ass
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, on switches

I was in the hood called WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where the in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
Slugs for the of it
hatin' on us can suck a dick
If I you touching mine you catch a flat-line, dead on the floor
than yours, driving away gettin' head from a whore
It's
Fuckin' with me might get you banned TV
Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the time
Multiply, we die, the streets don't lie
What, so neither do I, I'm bad for your
Like puttin' a pistol up to your and blastin' yourself

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

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

In L.A

That's how we