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

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

I'm coming "Straight Compton" with a loose cannon
Smoke big green, call it Bruce
Watch manners, at last another 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, a Time Bomb in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
Wait a minute it's on, I tell it a true mackadelic
Weed and sold separate, check it
From sundown to -- clown and run up
The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, what?

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

Gimme that mic fool, it's a West jack move
They call me Hitt I spit like gats do
Cock me
caps for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who to wear Air Max shoes, that's true
But I grew up where 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 Dana Dane's
My hang below my waistline
I look wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Vince Carter from the
waste 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 in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
Slugs for the of it
Anybody hatin' on us can suck a
If I catch you touching mine you catch a flat-line, on the floor
Better than yours, driving gettin' head from a whore
AvireX-to-the-Z
Fuckin' with me get you banned from TV
Cassette and CD 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 your
Like puttin' a pistol up to face and blastin' yourself

Five in the mornin', at my do'
forty-five in my dresser drawer
Let 'em come in BLAOW he see the thunder
Roll niggas, who buy fifths by the fo'
And brew's by the
YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit and gold rings
fold the style, but can't find no openings

We roll deep, smoke on drink and pack heat
Requirements for survival 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