Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.A. Niggas

Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this
(West y'all)
Yeah, L.A.
L.A. rule the world nigga
Y'all niggas recognize, yaknahmsayin?
Niggas don't wanna game, yaknahmsayin?
But this shit come all the way around here
My nigga Dre, droppin' heat box on y'all
Yaknahmsayin? You recognize
L.A. niggas, connected all the motherfucking world, nigga
this; peep game

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

I'm "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon
Smoke big green, call it Bruce
Watch manners, at last another blast from the top notch
way back with 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 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
From to sunup -- clown and run up
The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, what?

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

that mic fool, it's a West coast jack move
They call me Hitt cause I spit gats do
me back
Bust for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's
But I up where niggas jack you, harass you
Blast you, for that set you (where you from?)
Mash on you for Turkish chain, C.K. B.K
Blue'd up or flame, I ran wit a
I niggas get, jacked for they Dana Dane's
My pants hang my waistline
I look humble wanna (yeah yeah)
I bang though, Vince Carter from the baseline
Don't my time
a scrap in killa 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 hood WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go
Slugs for the of it
hatin' 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 get you banned from TV
Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the time
Multiply, we die, the streets don't lie
What, so do I, I'm bad for your health
Like puttin' a up to your face and blastin' yourself

in the mornin', burglars at my do'
Glock forty-five in my drawer
Let 'em come in he see the thunder roll
Roll 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 and gold rings
Haters fold the style, but find no openings

We roll deep, smoke on 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