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 recognize, yaknahmsayin?
don't wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?
But this shit come all the way back here
My nigga Dre, droppin' heat box on y'all
Yaknahmsayin? You recognize
L.A. niggas, connected all the motherfucking world, nigga
this; peep game

Now in my days I used to sport a rag
full of cans plus a four-four mag
G'd up the feet up
up from the shoe 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, to fuck yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep, y'all niggas quick to you
Now there's another with 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, call it Banner
Watch your manners, at another blast from the top notch
From way back the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
Picture this, Dr. Dre twisting wit Tha
And bought a fix
Don't trip, it's a Bomb in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick tick
Wait a minute it's on, I it like a true mackadelic
and cocaine sold separate, check it
From sundown to -- clown and run up
The be two in your 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
Analyze why we act way in L.A.!

that 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 used to wear Air Max shoes, true
But I grew up niggas 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, jacked for they Dana
My pants hang below my
I look humble rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Vince Carter from the
Don't waste my
a scrap in killa Cali, AK's and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and fine-ass
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, six-fo's on

I was in the hood called WHAT-THE-DIF'
the brothers 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, away gettin' head from a whore
AvireX-to-the-Z
Fuckin' with me might get you banned TV
and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time
Multiply, we don't die, the don't lie
What, so neither do I, I'm bad for health
Like puttin' a pistol up to your face and blastin'

Five in the mornin', at my do'
Glock forty-five in my drawer
Let 'em come in BLAOW he see the 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 Sedans and gold
fold 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 stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops
Analyze why we act way in L.A.!

In L.A

That's how we