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

Now in my younger days I used to a rag
Backpack of cans 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 Leimert Park, taggin', fools up
Ditching my class, just to yo' school up
You don't blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep, y'all quick to shoot you
Now there's another motherfucker no future
But Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got em jumpin to the Hoover

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

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
why we act this way in L.A.!

Gimme mic fool, it's a West coast jack move
They call me Hitt cause I like gats do
me back
Bust for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, true
But I up where niggas jack you, harass you
Blast you, for 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, jacked for Dana Dane's
My pants hang below my
I look humble wanna (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 raised in the hood WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where the in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
Slugs for the of it
Anybody on us can suck a dick
If I catch you touching mine you catch a flat-line, dead on the
Better than yours, driving away gettin' head a whore
It's
Fuckin' me might get you banned from TV
Cassette and CD it's all the whole nine the right time
Multiply, we die, the streets don't lie
What, so neither do I, I'm bad for health
puttin' a pistol 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
Roll with niggas, who buy by the fo'
And brew's by the
SLAP YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre
Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold
Haters fold the style, but can't find no

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack
Requirements for 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