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

Now in my younger days I used to a rag
Backpack full of cans a four-four mag
G'd up from the up
Blue'd up the shoe up's how I grew up
Loc'n, smokin' and til we threw up (threw up)
At Leimert Park, taggin', hittin' up
Ditching my class, just to yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep, y'all niggas to shoot you
Now another motherfucker with no future
But Time Bomb much when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got em Disciples 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 back with the pop rocks, I pop witcha
Picture this, Dr. Dre twisting wit Tha
And bought a fix
Don't trip, it's a Time Bomb in this
Here it tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like a mackadelic
and cocaine sold separate, check it
From sundown to sunup -- and run up
The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, what?

We roll deep, smoke on 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.!

Gimme that mic fool, it's a West jack move
They call me Hitt I spit like gats do
Cock me
Bust for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to Air Max shoes, that's true
But I grew up where jack you, harass you
Blast you, for that set you (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, jacked for they Dana
My pants hang my waistline
I look wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Vince Carter the baseline
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 called
Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go
for the fuck of it
Anybody on us can suck a dick
If I you touching mine you catch a flat-line, dead on the floor
Better than yours, away gettin' head from a whore
AvireX-to-the-Z
Fuckin' with me might get you from TV
and CD it's all mine the whole nine 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 face and blastin' yourself

in the mornin', burglars at my do'
Glock in my dresser drawer
Let 'em come in he see the thunder roll
Roll niggas, who buy fifths by the fo'
And brew's by the
YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit wit Sedans and gold rings
fold the style, but can't find no openings

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

In L.A

That's how we