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 recognize, yaknahmsayin?
don't wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?
But this shit all the way back around here
My nigga Dre, droppin' heat box on bitch-ass
You gotta recognize
L.A. niggas, all over the motherfucking world, nigga
Recognize this; peep

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

I'm coming "Straight Compton" with a loose cannon
Smoke big green, it Bruce Banner
Watch manners, at last another blast from 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 like a mackadelic
Weed and sold separate, check it
From sundown to -- clown and run up
The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, what?

We roll deep, on weed drink and pack heat
Requirements for each day in L.A.!
It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the
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 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
Blue'd up or flame, I ran wit a
I helped niggas get, jacked for Dana Dane's
My pants hang below my
I look wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Vince from the baseline
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, on switches

I was raised in the hood WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where the brothers in the hood, to go Hollywood
for the fuck of it
Anybody on us can suck a dick
If I catch you mine you catch a flat-line, dead on the floor
Better than yours, driving away head from a whore
AvireX-to-the-Z
Fuckin' me might get you banned from TV
Cassette and CD it's all the whole nine the right time
Multiply, we don't die, the streets lie
What, so do I, I'm bad for your health
Like puttin' a pistol up to your face and blastin'

in the mornin', burglars at my do'
Glock forty-five in my dresser
Let 'em come in he see the thunder roll
Roll with niggas, who buy by the fo'
And brew's by the
YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit and gold rings
Haters fold the style, but can't no openings

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

In L.A

That's how we