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 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 y'all
Yaknahmsayin? You gotta
L.A. niggas, all over the motherfucking world, nigga
Recognize this; game

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

I'm coming "Straight Outta Compton" a loose cannon
big green, call it Bruce Banner
Watch your manners, at last another from the top notch
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*}
a minute it's on, I tell it like a true mackadelic
Weed and cocaine separate, check it
From sundown to -- clown and run up
The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, what?

We deep, smoke on weed drink and pack 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.!

Gimme mic fool, it's a West coast jack move
They call me cause I spit like 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 your chain, C.K. B.K
up or flame, I ran wit a gang
I helped niggas get, jacked for Dana Dane's
My pants hang my waistline
I humble wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Carter from the baseline
waste 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 in the hood called WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go
for the fuck of it
Anybody hatin' on us can suck a
If I catch you touching mine you catch a flat-line, on the floor
Better than yours, driving away gettin' head a whore
It's
Fuckin' with me get you banned from TV
Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right
Multiply, we don't die, the don't lie
What, so do I, I'm bad for your health
Like puttin' a pistol up to your face and blastin'

Five in the mornin', at my do'
forty-five in my dresser drawer
Let 'em come in BLAOW he see the roll
Roll niggas, who buy fifths by the fo'
And by the case
SLAP YOU in the face the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit and gold rings
Haters fold the style, but can't no openings

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

In L.A

how we ride