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 Dre, droppin' heat box on y'all bitch-ass
Yaknahmsayin? You gotta
L.A. niggas, connected all over the motherfucking world,
Recognize peep game

Now in my younger days I to sport a rag
Backpack full of cans plus a mag
G'd up the feet 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', hittin' up
Ditching my class, just to yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, nigga yo' tool up
But don't sleep, y'all quick to shoot you
Now there's motherfucker with no future
But Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got em jumpin to the Hoover

I'm coming "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose
Smoke big green, it Bruce Banner
Watch your manners, at last another blast from the top
From way back 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 tick
Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like a mackadelic
Weed and sold separate, check it
From sundown to -- clown and run up
The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, what?

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and heat
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 coast jack move
They call me cause I spit like gats do
Cock me
Bust for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who to wear Air Max shoes, that's true
But I grew up where jack you, harass you
you, for that set you claim (where you from?)
Mash on you for Turkish chain, C.K. B.K
Blue'd up or flame, I ran wit a
I helped niggas get, jacked for Dana Dane's
My pants hang my waistline
I look wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Vince from the baseline
Don't waste my
Fuck a in killa Cali, AK's and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and bitches
Thai, drive-bys, six-fo's on switches

I was raised in the hood called
the brothers in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
Slugs for the of it
Anybody hatin' on us can a dick
If I catch you touching you catch a flat-line, dead on the floor
than yours, driving away gettin' head from a whore
It's
Fuckin' with me get you banned from TV
Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole the right time
Multiply, we die, the streets don't lie
What, so do I, I'm bad for your health
Like puttin' a pistol up to face and blastin' yourself

Five in the mornin', at my do'
Glock forty-five in my drawer
Let 'em come in he see the thunder roll
Roll with niggas, who buy by the fo'
And brew's by the
YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit and gold rings
Haters fold the style, but find no openings

We roll deep, on weed drink and pack heat
Requirements for 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.!

In L.A

how we ride