Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.A. Niggaz

Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in motherfucker
(West y'all)
Yeah, L.A.
L.A. rule the world nigga
Y'all niggas gotta recognize,
Niggas don't peep game, yaknahmsayin?
But this shit come all the way back around
My nigga Dre, droppin' heat box on y'all
Yaknahmsayin? You gotta
L.A. niggas, all over the motherfucking world, nigga
this; peep game

Now in my younger I used to sport a rag
Backpack full of cans a four-four mag
G'd up the feet up
up from the shoe up's how I grew up
Loc'n, smokin' and til we threw up (threw up)
At Leimert Park, taggin', hittin' up
Ditching my class, just to yo' school up
You don't blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep, y'all niggas quick to you
Now another motherfucker with no future
But Time Bomb much smoother I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got em Disciples to the Hoover

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

We deep, smoke on weed 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 that mic fool, it's a coast jack move
They call me Hitt cause I spit like do
me back
Bust for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to Air Max shoes, that's true
But I grew up where niggas you, harass you
you, for that set you claim (where you from?)
Mash on you for Turkish chain, C.K. B.K
up or flame, I ran wit a gang
I helped get, jacked for they Dana Dane's
My hang below my waistline
I humble wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, Vince Carter from the baseline
waste my time
Fuck a scrap in Cali, AK's and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and bitches
Thai, drive-bys, six-fo's on switches

I was raised in the called WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where the in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
for the fuck of it
Anybody hatin' on us can suck a
If I catch you mine you catch a flat-line, dead on the floor
than yours, driving away gettin' head from a whore
It's
Fuckin' with me might get you banned TV
Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the 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 your face and yourself

Five in the mornin', at my do'
forty-five in my dresser drawer
Let 'em come in he see the thunder roll
with niggas, who buy fifths by the fo'
And brew's by the
SLAP YOU in the with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit and gold rings
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 pursuit from the
why we act this way in L.A.!

In L.A

That's how we