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 gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?
Niggas wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?
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 peep game

Now in my younger days I to sport a rag
Backpack of cans plus a four-four mag
G'd up the feet up
Blue'd up the shoe 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, just to yo' school up
You wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep, y'all niggas quick to you
Now there's another with no future
But Time Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, dope Cuba
Got em jumpin Disciples to the

I'm "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon
Smoke big green, call it Bruce
Watch your manners, at last another blast 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 Time Bomb in this
it tick tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
Wait a minute it's on, I it like a true mackadelic
Weed and cocaine separate, check it
sundown to sunup -- clown and run up
The be two in your gut, nigga what?

We roll deep, smoke on drink and pack heat
Requirements for survival day in L.A.!
It don't stop, we mash 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 call me Hitt cause I spit gats do
me back
Bust for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who to wear 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 your chain, C.K. B.K
Blue'd up or flame, I ran wit a
I helped niggas get, jacked for they Dana
My pants hang my waistline
I look humble wanna (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Carter 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 in the hood called 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 you catch a flat-line, dead on the floor
Better than yours, driving away gettin' head from a
It's
Fuckin' with me might get you banned TV
Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole the right time
Multiply, we die, the streets don't lie
What, so neither do I, I'm bad for health
Like puttin' a pistol up to your face and yourself

in the mornin', burglars at my do'
Glock forty-five in my drawer
Let 'em come in BLAOW he see the roll
Roll 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 rings
fold the style, but can't 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 mash in hot from the cops
Analyze why we act way in L.A.!

In L.A

That's how we