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

Now in my younger days I to sport a rag
Backpack full of cans a four-four mag
G'd up from the up
up from the shoe up's how I grew up
Loc'n, and drinkin' til we threw up (threw up)
At Park, taggin', hittin' fools up
Ditching my class, just to yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep, niggas quick to shoot you
Now there's motherfucker with no future
But Time Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, dope like
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 another blast from the top notch
From way back the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
this, Dr. Dre twisting wit Tha Liks
And Hittman a fix
Don't trip, it's a Time Bomb in this
Here it tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
a minute it's on, I tell it like a true mackadelic
Weed and cocaine separate, check it
From to sunup -- clown and run up
The Aftermath'll be two in 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 mash in hot pursuit from the
why we act this way in L.A.!

Gimme that mic fool, it's a West 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
Blast you, for that set you (where you from?)
on you for your Turkish 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 below my waistline
I look humble wanna (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Carter from the baseline
waste my time
Fuck a scrap in Cali, AK's and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and bitches
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, on switches

I was raised in the called WHAT-THE-DIF'
the brothers in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
for the fuck of it
Anybody on us can suck a dick
If I catch you touching mine you a flat-line, dead on the floor
Better than yours, driving gettin' head from a whore
It's
Fuckin' 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 health
Like puttin' a pistol up to face and blastin' yourself

Five in the mornin', at my do'
Glock forty-five in my 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 Sedans and gold
Haters fold the style, but can't no openings

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