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 niggas recognize, yaknahmsayin?
Niggas wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?
But this shit all the way back around here
My nigga Dre, droppin' heat box on bitch-ass
Yaknahmsayin? You recognize
L.A. niggas, connected all over the world, nigga
Recognize this; game

Now in my days I used to sport a rag
Backpack of cans plus 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, just to yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, tuck yo' tool up
But sleep, y'all niggas quick to shoot you
Now there's another motherfucker with no
But Time much smoother when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got em Disciples to the Hoover

I'm "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon
big green, call it Bruce 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 bought a fix
Don't trip, it's a Time Bomb in this
Here it tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like a 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 drink and pack 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.!

Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack
They call me Hitt cause I spit like do
Cock me
caps for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to Air Max shoes, that's true
But I grew up where niggas jack you, you
Blast you, for set you claim (where you from?)
on you for your 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 the baseline
Don't my time
Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and fine-ass
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, on switches

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

in the mornin', burglars at my do'
Glock in my dresser drawer
Let 'em come in BLAOW he see the roll
with niggas, who buy fifths by the fo'
And brew's by the
SLAP YOU in the with 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 drink and heat
Requirements for survival day in L.A.!
It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit the cops
why we act this way in L.A.!

In L.A

That's how we