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 don't wanna game, yaknahmsayin?
But this shit all the way back around here
My Dre, droppin' heat box on y'all bitch-ass
You gotta recognize
L.A. niggas, connected all over the world, nigga
this; 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 up's how I up
Loc'n, smokin' and drinkin' til we up (threw up)
At Leimert Park, taggin', hittin' up
Ditching my class, just to fuck yo' up
You don't wanna blast, tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep, y'all niggas 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 "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon
Smoke big green, it Bruce Banner
Watch your manners, at another blast from the top notch
From way back the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
Picture this, Dr. Dre twisting wit Tha
And bought 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 tell it a true mackadelic
Weed and cocaine sold separate, it
From to sunup -- clown and run up
The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, what?

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.!

Gimme that mic fool, it's a coast jack move
call me Hitt cause I spit like gats do
Cock me
Bust caps for my max crew, at
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's
But I grew up where jack you, harass you
you, for that set you claim (where you from?)
Mash on you for your chain, C.K. B.K
up or flame, I ran wit a gang
I helped niggas get, for they Dana Dane's
My pants hang my waistline
I look wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Vince from the baseline
waste my time
Fuck a in killa Cali, AK's and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and fine-ass
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, on switches

I was raised in the called WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where the brothers in the hood, to go Hollywood
for the fuck of it
Anybody hatin' on us can a dick
If I catch you touching you catch a flat-line, dead on the floor
Better than yours, driving away gettin' head a whore
AvireX-to-the-Z
Fuckin' with me get you banned from TV
and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time
Multiply, we don't die, the don't lie
What, so do I, I'm bad for your health
Like a pistol up to your face and blastin' yourself

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

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

In L.A

That's how we