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 gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?
Niggas wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?
But this come all the way back around here
My nigga Dre, droppin' heat box on y'all
Yaknahmsayin? You gotta
L.A. niggas, connected all over the motherfucking world,
Recognize 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
Blue'd up the shoe up's 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 wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep, y'all quick to shoot you
Now there's motherfucker with no future
But Time 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, it Bruce Banner
Watch your manners, at last another blast the top notch
From way with the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
Picture this, Dr. Dre twisting wit Tha
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 sunup -- and run up
The Aftermath'll be two in gut, nigga what?

We roll deep, on weed drink and pack heat
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.!

Gimme mic fool, it's a West coast jack move
They me Hitt cause I spit like gats do
Cock me
caps for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, true
But I grew up niggas jack you, harass you
Blast you, for that set you (where you from?)
Mash on you for Turkish chain, C.K. B.K
Blue'd up or flame, I ran wit a
I helped niggas get, jacked for they Dana
My hang below my waistline
I look wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I though, like Vince Carter 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, six-fo's on

I was raised in the hood WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go
Slugs for the of it
Anybody hatin' on us can suck a
If I catch you touching mine you catch a flat-line, dead on the
than yours, driving away gettin' head from a whore
It's
with me might 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 your and blastin' yourself

in the mornin', burglars at my do'
Glock forty-five in my dresser
Let 'em come in BLAOW he see the roll
Roll niggas, who buy fifths by the fo'
And brew's by the
YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit wit Sedans and gold rings
Haters fold the style, but find no openings

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

In L.A

That's how we