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

Now in my younger I used to sport a rag
Backpack full of plus a four-four mag
G'd up from the up
Blue'd up from the shoe 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 don't blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep, niggas quick to shoot you
Now there's another motherfucker with no
But Time much smoother when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got em Disciples to the Hoover

I'm coming "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose
Smoke big green, call it Banner
Watch your manners, at last another from the top notch
From way 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 Bomb in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
Wait a minute it's on, I it like a true mackadelic
Weed and cocaine separate, check it
From sundown to -- clown and run up
The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, what?

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

Gimme that mic fool, it's a coast jack move
They me Hitt cause I spit 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
you, for that set you claim (where you from?)
Mash on you for Turkish chain, C.K. B.K
up or flame, I ran wit a gang
I helped get, jacked for they Dana Dane's
My hang below my waistline
I look humble wanna (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Vince Carter the baseline
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
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 gettin' head a whore
It's
Fuckin' with me might get you banned TV
Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right
Multiply, we don't die, the don't lie
What, so neither do I, I'm bad for your
Like puttin' a pistol up to your and blastin' yourself

in the mornin', burglars 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 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 can't find no

We deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat
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