Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.a. Niggaz

Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in motherfucker
(West y'all)
Yeah, L.A.
L.A. niggas rule the nigga
niggas gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?
Niggas don't wanna peep game,
But shit come all the way back around here
My nigga Dre, droppin' heat box on bitch-ass
You gotta recognize
L.A. niggas, connected all over the world, nigga
Recognize this; peep

Now in my younger days I to sport a rag
Backpack full of plus a four-four mag
G'd up from the up
Blue'd up from the shoe up's how I up
Loc'n, and drinkin' til we threw up (threw up)
At Park, taggin', hittin' fools up
my class, just to fuck yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' up
But don't sleep, y'all quick to shoot you
Now there's another motherfucker no future
But Time Bomb much smoother 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 Banner
Watch your manners, at last another blast from the top
From way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock
Picture this, Dr. Dre twisting wit Tha
And bought a fix
Don't trip, it's a Bomb in this bitch
it tick tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
Wait a minute it's on, I it like a true mackadelic
Weed and cocaine sold separate, it
sundown to sunup -- clown and run up
The Aftermath'll be two in gut, nigga what?

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and heat
for survival 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.!

Gimme that mic fool, it's a West jack move
They call me Hitt I spit like gats do
Cock me
Bust caps for my max crew, at
Who to wear Air Max shoes, that's true
But I grew up where niggas you, harass you
Blast you, for that set you (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 below my
I look humble rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Vince Carter from the
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 in the hood 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 you touching mine you catch a flat-line, dead on the floor
Better than yours, driving away head from a whore
It's
Fuckin' with me get you banned from TV
and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time
Multiply, we don't die, the streets lie
What, so neither do I, I'm bad for your
Like puttin' a pistol up to your face and yourself

Five in the mornin', 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
Haters fold the style, but find no openings

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