Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.a. Niggaz

Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this
(West y'all)
Yeah, L.A.
L.A. rule the world nigga
Y'all niggas recognize, yaknahmsayin?
Niggas wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?
But this shit come all the way around here
My nigga Dre, droppin' heat box on y'all
Yaknahmsayin? You gotta
L.A. niggas, connected all over the world, nigga
Recognize 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
up from the shoe up's how I grew up
Loc'n, smokin' and drinkin' til we up (threw up)
At Leimert Park, taggin', hittin' up
my class, just to fuck yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' up
But don't sleep, y'all niggas to shoot you
Now there's motherfucker with no future
But Time Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, dope Cuba
Got em Disciples to the Hoover

I'm "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon
Smoke big green, call it Bruce
Watch your manners, at last blast 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, it's a Bomb in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick tick
Wait a minute it's on, I tell it a true mackadelic
Weed and cocaine sold separate, it
From sundown to sunup -- 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 mash in hot pursuit from the cops
why we act this way in L.A.!

Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast move
They call me 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 niggas you, harass you
Blast you, for that set you (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, jacked for they Dana
My pants below my waistline
I humble wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, Vince Carter from the baseline
Don't my time
Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, 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 in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
Slugs for the of it
Anybody hatin' on us can a dick
If I you touching mine 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 might get you from TV
Cassette and CD it's all 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 puttin' a up to your face and blastin' yourself

in the mornin', burglars at my do'
Glock forty-five in my drawer
Let 'em come in BLAOW he see the roll
with niggas, who buy fifths by the fo'
And by the case
SLAP YOU in the face the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold
Haters the style, but can't find no openings

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

In L.A

That's how we