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

Now in my younger days I used to a rag
Backpack full of cans a four-four mag
G'd up the feet up
Blue'd up from the shoe up's how I up
Loc'n, smokin' and til we threw up (threw up)
At Park, taggin', hittin' fools up
Ditching my class, just to yo' school up
You don't blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep, y'all niggas quick to you
Now there's another motherfucker with no
But Time Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, like Cuba
Got em jumpin Disciples to the

I'm "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon
Smoke big green, call it Bruce
Watch your manners, at last another blast from the top
From way back the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
Picture this, Dr. Dre wit Tha Liks
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 tell it like a 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 still mash in hot pursuit from the
Analyze why we act way in L.A.!

Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack
They call me Hitt cause I spit gats do
Cock me
Bust caps for my max crew, at
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, true
But I grew up where niggas 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 my waistline
I humble wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, Vince Carter from the baseline
Don't my time
Fuck a scrap in Cali, AK's and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and bitches
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, six-fo's on

I was raised in the called WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where the in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
Slugs for the of it
Anybody hatin' on us can suck a
If I catch you touching mine you catch a flat-line, dead on the
Better than yours, driving away gettin' head from a
AvireX-to-the-Z
Fuckin' with me get you banned from TV
Cassette and CD all mine the whole nine the right time
Multiply, we don't die, the 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 in BLAOW he see the thunder roll
Roll with niggas, who buy by the fo'
And brew's by the
SLAP YOU in the with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit Sedans and rings
fold the style, but can't find no openings

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and heat
Requirements for 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.!

In L.A

That's how we