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 gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?
Niggas don't wanna peep game,
But this shit come all the way around here
My Dre, droppin' heat box on y'all bitch-ass
Yaknahmsayin? You recognize
L.A. niggas, connected all over the 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 from the shoe how I grew up
Loc'n, and drinkin' til we threw up (threw up)
At Park, taggin', hittin' fools up
Ditching my class, just to fuck yo' up
You don't wanna blast, nigga 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 jumpin to the Hoover

I'm "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon
Smoke big green, it Bruce Banner
Watch your manners, at last another blast the top notch
From way with the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
Picture this, Dr. Dre twisting wit Tha
And Hittman a fix
Don't trip, it's a Time Bomb in this
it tick tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like a mackadelic
Weed and cocaine separate, check it
From sundown to sunup -- and run up
The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack
Requirements for 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, it's a West jack move
They call me cause I spit like gats do
me back
Bust 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 that set you (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 they Dana
My pants hang my waistline
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 bitches
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, on switches

I was raised in the hood WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go
Slugs for the of it
Anybody on us can suck a dick
If I catch you touching mine you catch a flat-line, on the floor
Better than yours, driving away head from a whore
AvireX-to-the-Z
Fuckin' with me might get you banned TV
Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right
Multiply, we don't die, the streets lie
What, so neither do I, I'm bad for health
Like puttin' a up to your face and blastin' yourself

Five in the mornin', at my do'
Glock forty-five in my dresser
Let 'em in BLAOW he see the thunder 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 Sedans and gold
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 pursuit from the
why we act this way in L.A.!

In L.A

That's how we