Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.a. Niggaz

Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in motherfucker
(West y'all)
Yeah, L.A.
L.A. niggas the world nigga
Y'all gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?
Niggas wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?
But shit come all the way back around here
My nigga Dre, heat box on y'all bitch-ass
You gotta recognize
L.A. niggas, connected all over the motherfucking world,
Recognize this; peep

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 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, to fuck yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' up
But sleep, y'all niggas quick to shoot you
Now there's motherfucker with no future
But Time Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, dope Cuba
Got em jumpin to the Hoover

I'm coming "Straight Outta Compton" with a cannon
Smoke big green, it Bruce Banner
Watch your manners, at another blast from the top notch
From way back 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 bitch
Here it tick tick tick tick
Wait a it's on, I tell it like a true mackadelic
and cocaine 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 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, a West coast jack move
They call me Hitt cause I spit like do
Cock me
Bust caps for my max crew, at
Who used to Air Max shoes, that's true
But I grew up niggas jack you, harass you
you, for that set you claim (where you from?)
Mash on you for your chain, C.K. B.K
up or flame, I ran wit a gang
I helped niggas get, jacked for they Dane's
My hang below my waistline
I look humble wanna (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Vince Carter from the
Don't waste my
a scrap in killa Cali, AK's and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and fine-ass
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, on switches

I was raised in the hood called
Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go
for the fuck of it
Anybody hatin' on us can a dick
If I catch you mine you catch a flat-line, dead on the floor
Better than yours, driving away gettin' head from a
AvireX-to-the-Z
Fuckin' me might get you banned from TV
Cassette and CD it's all 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
puttin' a pistol up to your 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
with niggas, who buy fifths by the fo'
And by the case
YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit and gold rings
Haters fold the style, but can't find no

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 from the cops
why we act this way in L.A.!

In L.A

That's how we