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

Now in my younger I used to sport a rag
Backpack of cans plus a four-four mag
G'd up from the up
Blue'd up the shoe up's how I grew up
Loc'n, and drinkin' til we threw up (threw up)
At Leimert Park, taggin', fools up
Ditching my class, just to fuck yo' up
You don't wanna blast, tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep, niggas quick to shoot you
Now another motherfucker with no future
But Time Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, dope Cuba
Got em jumpin Disciples to the

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

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack
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.!

Gimme that mic fool, it's a coast jack move
They call me cause I spit like gats do
Cock me
caps for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's
But I grew up where niggas you, harass 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, for they Dana Dane's
My pants below my waistline
I humble wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Carter from the baseline
Don't my time
a scrap in killa Cali, AK's and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and bitches
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, six-fo's on

I was in the hood called WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where the brothers in the hood, to go Hollywood
Slugs for the of it
hatin' on us can suck a dick
If I catch you touching mine you a flat-line, dead on the floor
Better than yours, driving away gettin' head a whore
It's
Fuckin' with me might get you from TV
Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right
Multiply, we die, the streets don't lie
What, so neither do I, I'm bad for health
Like puttin' a 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 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 from the
why we act this way in L.A.!

In L.A

That's how we