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 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 bitch-ass
Yaknahmsayin? You recognize
L.A. niggas, connected all over the world, nigga
Recognize peep game

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

I'm coming "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose
Smoke big green, call it Bruce
your manners, at last 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 Bomb in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like a true
Weed and sold separate, check it
From to sunup -- clown and run up
The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, what?

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and heat
Requirements for survival day in L.A.!
It stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops
why we act this way in L.A.!

Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack
They call me Hitt cause I like gats do
me back
Bust caps for my max crew, at
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's
But I grew up where niggas jack you, you
Blast you, for set you claim (where you from?)
Mash on you for Turkish chain, C.K. B.K
up or flame, I ran wit a gang
I helped niggas get, for they Dana Dane's
My hang below my waistline
I humble wanna rumble? (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 fine-ass
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, six-fo's on

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

Five in the mornin', at my do'
Glock in my dresser drawer
Let 'em come in he see the thunder roll
Roll with niggas, who buy by the fo'
And by the case
SLAP YOU in the face 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 and pack heat
Requirements for survival 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

how we ride