Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.A. Niggas

Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this
(West y'all)
Yeah, L.A.
L.A. niggas the world nigga
Y'all niggas recognize, yaknahmsayin?
Niggas don't peep game, yaknahmsayin?
But this shit come all the way around here
My nigga Dre, droppin' box on y'all bitch-ass
Yaknahmsayin? You gotta
L.A. niggas, all over the motherfucking world, nigga
Recognize peep game

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

I'm coming "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose
Smoke big green, call it Bruce
Watch your manners, at last another blast from the top
From way with the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
Picture this, Dr. Dre wit Tha Liks
And Hittman a fix
trip, it's a Time Bomb in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
Wait a it's on, I tell it like a true mackadelic
and cocaine sold separate, check it
From sundown to -- clown and run up
The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga

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 the cops
Analyze why we act way in L.A.!

Gimme that mic fool, a West coast jack move
They call me cause I spit like gats do
Cock me
caps for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's
But I grew up where jack you, harass you
Blast you, for 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 get, jacked for they Dana Dane's
My pants hang my waistline
I humble wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Vince Carter 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, on switches

I was raised in the called WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where the brothers in the hood, to go Hollywood
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' from a whore
It's
Fuckin' with me might get you banned TV
Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right
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 yourself

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 face with the bass, Dr. Dre
Likwit Kings wit Sedans and rings
Haters the style, but can't find no openings

We deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat
Requirements for survival 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