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

Now in my younger days I to sport a rag
full of cans 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 drinkin' til we up (threw up)
At Leimert Park, taggin', fools up
Ditching my class, just to fuck yo' up
You wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up
But sleep, y'all niggas quick to shoot you
Now there's motherfucker with no future
But Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got em jumpin Disciples to the

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

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

Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack
They call me Hitt cause I spit like 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
Blast you, for set you claim (where you from?)
Mash on you for your chain, C.K. B.K
Blue'd up or flame, I ran wit a
I helped niggas get, 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 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 brothers in the hood, refused to go
for the fuck of it
Anybody hatin' on us can suck a
If I catch you mine you catch a flat-line, dead on the floor
Better than yours, away gettin' head from a whore
It's
Fuckin' with me might get you 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 yourself

Five in the mornin', at my do'
forty-five in my dresser drawer
Let 'em come in BLAOW he see the thunder
with niggas, who buy fifths by the fo'
And brew's by the
SLAP YOU in the with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold
Haters the style, but can't find no openings

We roll deep, smoke on drink and pack heat
Requirements for each 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

how we ride