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
Y'all niggas gotta recognize,
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 gotta
L.A. niggas, all over the motherfucking world, nigga
Recognize this; peep

Now in my younger days I used to a rag
full of cans 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 drinkin' til we up (threw up)
At Leimert Park, taggin', fools up
Ditching my class, just to fuck yo' up
You don't blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up
But sleep, y'all niggas quick to shoot you
Now there's another motherfucker with no
But Time Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, dope Cuba
Got em jumpin to the Hoover

I'm coming "Straight Outta Compton" a loose cannon
Smoke big green, call it Bruce
Watch your manners, at last another blast the top notch
From way with the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
Picture this, Dr. Dre 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 like a mackadelic
Weed and sold separate, check it
From sundown to sunup -- and run up
The Aftermath'll be two in gut, nigga what?

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and heat
for survival each day in L.A.!
It stop, we still mash 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 spit like do
me back
Bust caps for my max crew, at
Who to wear Air Max shoes, that's true
But I grew up where niggas jack you, you
Blast you, for that set you (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 they Dana
My pants hang below my
I look humble rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Vince from the baseline
Don't waste my
Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and fine-ass
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 on us can suck a dick
If I catch you touching you catch a flat-line, dead on the floor
Better than yours, driving away gettin' from a whore
AvireX-to-the-Z
Fuckin' with me get you banned from TV
Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole the right time
Multiply, we die, the streets 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 in my dresser 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
Kings wit Sedans and gold rings
Haters the style, but can't find no openings

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
Analyze why we act way in L.A.!

In L.A

That's how we