Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.a. Niggaz

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

Now in my younger days I used to a rag
full of cans plus a four-four mag
G'd up the feet up
Blue'd up from the shoe up's how I up
Loc'n, smokin' and drinkin' til we up (threw up)
At Leimert Park, taggin', fools up
Ditching my class, to fuck yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' up
But don't sleep, niggas quick to shoot you
Now another motherfucker with no future
But Time Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, 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 from the top
From way with the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
Picture this, Dr. Dre wit Tha Liks
And Hittman a fix
Don't trip, a Time Bomb in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like a mackadelic
Weed and cocaine sold separate, it
From sundown to -- clown and run up
The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga

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

Gimme that mic fool, it's a coast jack move
They me Hitt cause I spit like gats do
Cock me
Bust for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who to wear Air Max shoes, that's true
But I grew up niggas jack you, harass you
Blast you, for set you claim (where you from?)
Mash on you for Turkish 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 below my waistline
I look wanna 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 fine-ass
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
Anybody hatin' on us can suck a
If I catch you mine you catch a flat-line, dead on the floor
Better than yours, driving away head from a whore
It's
with me might get you banned from TV
Cassette and CD all mine the whole nine the right time
Multiply, we die, the streets don't lie
What, so do I, I'm bad for your health
Like puttin' a pistol up to your face and yourself

Five in the mornin', at my do'
forty-five in my dresser drawer
Let 'em in BLAOW he see the thunder roll
with niggas, who buy fifths by the fo'
And brew's by the
SLAP YOU in the with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold
fold the style, but can't find no openings

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack
for survival each day in L.A.!
It stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops
why we act this way in L.A.!

In L.A

That's how we