Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.A. Niggaz

Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this
(West y'all)
Yeah, L.A.
L.A. rule the world nigga
niggas gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?
Niggas don't wanna peep game,
But this come all the way back around here
My nigga Dre, droppin' heat box on bitch-ass
Yaknahmsayin? You gotta
L.A. niggas, connected all the motherfucking world, nigga
Recognize this; game

Now in my younger days I used to a rag
full of cans plus a four-four mag
G'd up the feet up
Blue'd up from the shoe up's how I 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 wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep, y'all niggas to shoot you
Now there's another with no future
But Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got em jumpin to the Hoover

I'm coming "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose
Smoke big green, call it Bruce
Watch your manners, at last another blast the top notch
From way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock
this, Dr. Dre twisting wit Tha Liks
And bought a fix
Don't trip, it's a Time Bomb in bitch
Here it tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
Wait a minute it's on, I tell it a true mackadelic
and cocaine sold separate, check it
From to sunup -- clown and run up
The be two in your gut, nigga what?

We deep, smoke 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.!

Gimme that mic fool, it's a West jack move
They call me cause I spit like gats do
me back
Bust caps for my max crew, at
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, true
But I grew up where jack you, harass you
you, for that set you claim (where you from?)
Mash on you for your chain, C.K. B.K
up or flame, I ran wit a gang
I niggas get, jacked for they Dana Dane's
My pants below my waistline
I look wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Vince Carter the baseline
waste my time
Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and bitches
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
for the fuck of it
Anybody hatin' on us can a dick
If I you touching mine you catch a flat-line, dead on the floor
Better than yours, driving away gettin' head from a
AvireX-to-the-Z
Fuckin' with me get you banned 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 health
Like puttin' a 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 with the bass, Dr. Dre
Likwit Kings wit and gold rings
Haters fold the style, but find no openings

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
Analyze why we act way in L.A.!

In L.A

how we ride