Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.a. Niggaz

Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this
(West y'all)
Yeah, L.A.
L.A. niggas the world nigga
niggas gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?
Niggas don't wanna peep game,
But this shit come all the way back here
My nigga Dre, droppin' box on y'all bitch-ass
Yaknahmsayin? You recognize
L.A. niggas, connected all over the motherfucking world,
Recognize this; peep

Now in my days 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 up's how I grew up
Loc'n, smokin' and til we threw 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 niggas quick to you
Now there's motherfucker with no future
But Time Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, dope like
Got em Disciples to the Hoover

I'm coming "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose
big green, call it Bruce Banner
Watch your manners, at last another blast the top notch
way back 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
it tick tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
Wait a minute on, I tell it like a true mackadelic
Weed and cocaine separate, check 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
for survival each day in L.A.!
It don't stop, we mash in hot pursuit from the cops
Analyze why we act way in L.A.!

Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast move
call me Hitt cause I spit like gats do
Cock me
caps for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, true
But I grew up where niggas jack you, 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 though, like Vince Carter from the baseline
Don't my time
a scrap in killa Cali, AK's 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 brothers in the hood, to go Hollywood
for the fuck of it
Anybody hatin' on us can suck a
If I you touching mine you catch a flat-line, dead on the floor
Better than yours, driving gettin' head from 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 streets 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 dresser
Let 'em in BLAOW he see the thunder roll
Roll 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 fold the style, but can't find no

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.!

In L.A

how we ride