Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.A. Niggaz

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

Now in my younger days I to sport a rag
Backpack full of cans a four-four mag
G'd up from the 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, just to yo' school up
You wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up
But sleep, y'all niggas quick to shoot you
Now there's another with no future
But Time much smoother when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got em Disciples to the Hoover

I'm coming "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose
big green, call it Bruce Banner
Watch your manners, at last another from the top notch
From way back the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
Picture this, Dr. Dre twisting wit Tha
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
and cocaine sold separate, check 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 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.!

Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast move
They call me Hitt cause I spit like do
me back
Bust for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, true
But I grew up niggas jack you, harass you
Blast you, for set you claim (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 they Dana
My hang below my waistline
I look humble rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Vince from 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 called WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where the brothers in the hood, to go Hollywood
for the fuck of it
Anybody hatin' on us can a dick
If I catch you mine you catch a flat-line, dead on the floor
Better than yours, away gettin' head from a whore
AvireX-to-the-Z
Fuckin' me might get you banned from TV
Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole the right time
Multiply, we die, the streets 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
with niggas, who buy fifths by the fo'
And brew's by the
SLAP YOU in the face the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit and gold rings
Haters fold the style, but can't no openings

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

In L.A

That's how we