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

Now in my days I used to sport a rag
Backpack of cans plus a four-four mag
G'd up the feet up
Blue'd up from the up's how I grew up
Loc'n, smokin' and drinkin' til we up (threw up)
At Park, taggin', hittin' fools up
Ditching my class, 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 Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got em Disciples to the Hoover

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

We roll deep, smoke on weed and pack 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 mic fool, it's a West coast jack move
call me Hitt cause I spit like gats do
Cock me
Bust for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, true
But I up where niggas jack 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 my waistline
I look wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Vince from the baseline
Don't my time
Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and bitches
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, six-fo's on

I was raised in the hood WHAT-THE-DIF'
the brothers in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
Slugs for the of it
hatin' on us can suck a dick
If I catch you touching mine you a flat-line, dead on the floor
than yours, driving away gettin' head from a whore
It's
with 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 don't lie
What, so neither do I, I'm bad for health
Like puttin' a up to your face and blastin' yourself

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

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

In L.A

That's how we