Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.A. Niggaz

Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this
(West y'all)
Yeah, L.A.
L.A. niggas the world nigga
niggas gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?
Niggas don't wanna game, yaknahmsayin?
But this shit 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
Recognize this; game

Now in my days I used to sport a rag
Backpack full of cans plus a mag
G'd up the feet up
Blue'd up from the up's how I grew 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 don't wanna blast, tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep, y'all niggas to shoot you
Now there's another motherfucker with no
But Time much smoother when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got em Disciples to the Hoover

I'm coming "Straight Outta Compton" with a cannon
Smoke big green, call it Banner
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 Time Bomb in bitch
Here it tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like a mackadelic
Weed and cocaine sold separate, it
From to sunup -- clown and run up
The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga

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

Gimme mic fool, it's a West coast jack move
They call me Hitt cause I spit gats do
me back
Bust caps for my max crew, at
Who used to Air Max shoes, that's true
But I grew up where niggas you, harass you
Blast you, for 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 helped niggas get, jacked for they Dana
My pants hang my waistline
I look wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Carter from the baseline
waste my time
Fuck a in killa Cali, AK's and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and bitches
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, six-fo's on

I was raised in the hood called
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 mine you catch a flat-line, dead on the floor
Better than yours, driving away head from a whore
AvireX-to-the-Z
Fuckin' with me might get you banned 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 puttin' a pistol up to your face and yourself

in the mornin', burglars at my do'
Glock forty-five in my drawer
Let 'em come in BLAOW he see the thunder
with niggas, who buy fifths by the fo'
And brew's by the
SLAP YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre
Likwit Kings wit Sedans and rings
Haters fold the style, but can't no openings

We roll deep, on weed drink and pack heat
Requirements for each 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