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?
Niggas don't wanna game, yaknahmsayin?
But this shit come all the way back around
My nigga Dre, heat box on y'all bitch-ass
Yaknahmsayin? You gotta
L.A. niggas, connected all over the world, nigga
Recognize peep game

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

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

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

Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast move
They call me Hitt 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 up where niggas jack you, harass 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 niggas get, jacked for they Dana Dane's
My pants below my waistline
I look humble rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Vince Carter the baseline
Don't waste my
Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and fine-ass
Thai, drive-bys, six-fo's on switches

I was raised in the called WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where the in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
Slugs for the 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 from a
AvireX-to-the-Z
Fuckin' with me might get you from TV
and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time
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 and blastin' yourself

in the mornin', burglars at my do'
Glock forty-five in my dresser
Let 'em come in BLAOW he see the roll
Roll niggas, who buy fifths by the fo'
And brew's by the
YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold
fold 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 still in hot pursuit from the cops
Analyze why we act way in L.A.!

In L.A

how we ride