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 don't wanna peep game,
But this shit all the way back around here
My nigga Dre, droppin' heat box on bitch-ass
You gotta recognize
L.A. niggas, connected all the motherfucking world, nigga
Recognize peep game

Now in my younger days I to sport a rag
Backpack full of cans a four-four mag
G'd up from the up
Blue'd up from the up's how I grew up
Loc'n, and drinkin' til we threw up (threw up)
At Leimert Park, taggin', fools up
Ditching my class, to fuck yo' school up
You wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep, y'all niggas quick to you
Now there's motherfucker with no future
But Time Bomb much when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got em jumpin to the Hoover

I'm coming "Straight Outta Compton" with a cannon
Smoke big green, call it Banner
Watch your manners, at last another blast the top notch
way back with 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 in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
Wait a it's on, I tell it like a true mackadelic
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 drink and heat
for survival 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 West coast jack
They call me Hitt cause I like gats do
me back
Bust for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to Air Max shoes, that's true
But I grew up where niggas jack you, you
Blast you, for set you claim (where you from?)
on you for your Turkish chain, C.K. B.K
Blue'd up or flame, I ran wit a
I helped get, jacked for they Dana Dane's
My pants hang my waistline
I look wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Vince Carter from the
Don't my time
Fuck a scrap in Cali, AK's and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and fine-ass
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 catch a flat-line, on the floor
Better than yours, driving away gettin' head from a
AvireX-to-the-Z
Fuckin' with me might get you banned TV
and CD it's all mine the whole 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 pistol up to your and blastin' yourself

Five in the mornin', at my do'
Glock forty-five in my drawer
Let 'em come in BLAOW he see the thunder
Roll niggas, who buy fifths by the fo'
And by the case
SLAP YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre
Likwit wit Sedans and gold rings
fold the style, but can't find no openings

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
Analyze why we act way in L.A.!

In L.A

how we ride