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 niggas gotta recognize,
Niggas don't 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 motherfucking world,
this; peep game

Now in my younger days I used to 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, smokin' and drinkin' til we up (threw up)
At Park, taggin', hittin' fools up
my class, just to fuck yo' school up
You don't blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up
But sleep, y'all niggas quick to shoot you
Now there's another motherfucker with no
But Time Bomb much when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got em jumpin Disciples to the

I'm coming "Straight Outta Compton" with a cannon
big green, call it Bruce Banner
Watch your manners, at last another from the top notch
From way back the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
this, Dr. Dre twisting wit Tha Liks
And bought a fix
Don't trip, a Time Bomb in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick tick
Wait a minute it's on, I it like a true mackadelic
Weed and cocaine sold separate, it
sundown to sunup -- clown and run up
The Aftermath'll be two in gut, nigga what?

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

Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack
They call me Hitt cause I spit gats do
Cock me
Bust for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, true
But I grew up where jack you, harass you
Blast you, for set you claim (where you from?)
on you for your Turkish chain, C.K. B.K
Blue'd up or flame, I ran wit a
I helped niggas get, jacked for Dana Dane's
My hang below my waistline
I look wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Vince from the baseline
waste my time
Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, 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 called
Where the in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
for the fuck of it
Anybody hatin' on us can suck a
If I catch you touching you catch a flat-line, dead on the floor
Better than yours, away gettin' head from a whore
It's
Fuckin' with me might get you banned TV
Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole the right time
Multiply, we don't die, the 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 thunder
Roll niggas, who buy fifths by the fo'
And by the case
SLAP YOU in the with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold
Haters fold the style, but can't find no

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and 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.!

In L.A

That's how we