Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.a. Niggaz

Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this
(West y'all)
Yeah, L.A.
L.A. niggas rule the nigga
Y'all gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?
Niggas wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?
But this shit come all the way back here
My nigga Dre, droppin' heat box on y'all
You gotta recognize
L.A. niggas, connected all the motherfucking world, nigga
this; 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 from the up's how I grew up
Loc'n, smokin' and drinkin' til we up (threw up)
At Leimert Park, taggin', fools up
my class, just to fuck yo' school up
You don't blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep, y'all quick to shoot you
Now there's another motherfucker with no
But Time Bomb much when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got em jumpin Disciples to the

I'm coming "Straight Outta Compton" a loose cannon
Smoke big green, call it Bruce
Watch your manners, at last another blast the top notch
way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
Picture this, Dr. Dre wit Tha Liks
And Hittman 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 a true mackadelic
Weed and cocaine separate, check it
From sundown to sunup -- and run up
The be two in your gut, nigga what?

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
why we act this 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 caps for my max crew, at
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, true
But I grew up where jack you, harass you
you, for that 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, jacked for they Dane's
My pants hang my waistline
I look humble rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Vince from the baseline
Don't my time
Fuck a scrap in 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 WHAT-THE-DIF'
the brothers in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
Slugs for the of it
Anybody on us can suck a dick
If I catch you touching mine you a flat-line, dead on the floor
Better than yours, driving away gettin' head a whore
AvireX-to-the-Z
Fuckin' me might get you banned from TV
Cassette and CD it's all mine the nine the right time
Multiply, we don't die, the streets lie
What, so do I, I'm bad for your health
Like puttin' a pistol up to face and blastin' yourself

in the mornin', burglars at my do'
Glock in my dresser drawer
Let 'em in BLAOW he see the thunder roll
with niggas, who buy fifths by the fo'
And by the case
SLAP YOU in the with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit and gold rings
Haters fold the style, but can't no openings

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

In L.A

That's how we