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

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

I'm coming "Straight Compton" with a loose cannon
Smoke big green, call it Bruce
Watch your manners, at another blast from the top notch
From way back the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
Picture this, Dr. Dre twisting wit Tha
And bought a fix
Don't trip, it's a Bomb in this bitch
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 sundown to -- clown and run up
The Aftermath'll be two in gut, nigga what?

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 pursuit the cops
why we act this way in L.A.!

Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast move
call me Hitt cause I spit like gats do
Cock me
Bust caps for my max crew, at
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's
But I grew up where 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, jacked for Dana Dane's
My pants below 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 fine-ass
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, on switches

I was raised in the hood WHAT-THE-DIF'
the brothers in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
Slugs for the of it
Anybody hatin' on us can suck a
If I catch you touching mine you catch a flat-line, dead on the
Better than yours, driving away gettin' head a whore
AvireX-to-the-Z
Fuckin' with me might get you from TV
Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right
Multiply, we don't die, the don't lie
What, so neither do I, I'm bad for your
Like puttin' a pistol up to your face and blastin'

Five in the mornin', at my do'
Glock in my dresser drawer
Let 'em in BLAOW he see the thunder roll
Roll with niggas, who buy by the fo'
And by the case
SLAP YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre
Kings wit Sedans and gold rings
Haters the style, but can't find no openings

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

In L.A

That's how we