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

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

I'm coming "Straight Outta Compton" a loose 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 wit Tha Liks
And bought a fix
Don't trip, it's a Bomb in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick tick
Wait a minute on, I tell it like a true 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, smoke on weed drink and heat
Requirements for survival day in L.A.!
It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit the cops
Analyze why we act way in L.A.!

Gimme that mic fool, it's a coast jack move
They call me Hitt cause I like gats do
Cock me
Bust for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's
But I grew up where niggas jack you, 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, jacked for Dana Dane's
My pants hang my waistline
I look humble wanna (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Vince Carter from the
Don't my time
Fuck a scrap in Cali, AK's and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and bitches
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 on us can suck a dick
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 from TV
and CD it's 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 a pistol up to your face and blastin' yourself

in the mornin', burglars at my do'
Glock forty-five in my dresser
Let 'em in BLAOW he see the thunder roll
Roll niggas, who buy fifths by the fo'
And by the case
SLAP YOU in the face the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit Sedans and rings
Haters fold the style, but can't find no

We roll deep, smoke on weed and pack heat
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