Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.A. Niggaz

Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this
(West y'all)
Yeah, L.A.
L.A. niggas rule the world
Y'all niggas recognize, yaknahmsayin?
Niggas wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?
But shit come all the way back around here
My nigga Dre, heat box on y'all bitch-ass
You gotta recognize
L.A. niggas, connected all the motherfucking world, nigga
Recognize peep game

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

I'm coming "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose
big green, call 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 bought 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 like a mackadelic
Weed and cocaine sold separate, it
From to sunup -- clown and run up
The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga

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

Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast 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 jack you, harass 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 hang below my
I humble wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Vince Carter from the
Don't waste my
Fuck a scrap in Cali, AK's and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and fine-ass
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, on switches

I was raised in the called WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go
Slugs for the of it
Anybody hatin' on us can a dick
If I catch you touching mine you catch a flat-line, on the floor
Better than yours, away gettin' head from a whore
It's
Fuckin' with me might get you from TV
Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole the right time
Multiply, we die, the streets don't lie
What, so neither do I, I'm bad for your
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 with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit and gold rings
Haters the style, but can't find no openings

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

In L.A

That's how we