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 world
niggas gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?
Niggas wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?
But this shit come all the way back here
My nigga Dre, droppin' heat box on y'all
Yaknahmsayin? You gotta
L.A. niggas, connected all over the motherfucking world,
this; peep game

Now in my days I used to sport a rag
Backpack full of plus a four-four mag
G'd up the feet 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
Ditching my class, just to yo' school up
You wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep, y'all quick to shoot you
Now there's motherfucker with no future
But Time Bomb much smoother 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 last another blast the top notch
From way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock
this, Dr. Dre twisting wit Tha Liks
And Hittman a fix
Don't trip, it's a Bomb in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
a minute it's on, I tell it like a true mackadelic
Weed and sold separate, check it
sundown to sunup -- clown and run up
The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga

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

Gimme mic fool, it's a West coast jack move
They call me Hitt cause I spit gats do
me back
Bust caps for my max crew, at
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, true
But I grew up niggas 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 they Dane's
My pants below 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 bitches
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, on switches

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

Five in the mornin', at my do'
Glock forty-five in my dresser
Let 'em come in BLAOW he see the thunder
with 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 rings
fold the style, but can't find no openings

We deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat
for survival 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