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 nigga
niggas gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?
Niggas don't peep game, yaknahmsayin?
But this shit come all the way around here
My nigga Dre, droppin' heat box on y'all
Yaknahmsayin? You gotta
L.A. niggas, all over the motherfucking world, nigga
Recognize peep 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 how I grew up
Loc'n, smokin' and drinkin' til we up (threw up)
At Leimert Park, taggin', fools up
Ditching my class, just to yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' up
But don't sleep, y'all niggas quick to you
Now there's another motherfucker no future
But Time much smoother when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got em Disciples to the Hoover

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
trip, it's a Time Bomb in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like a true
Weed and cocaine separate, check it
From to sunup -- clown and run up
The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and heat
for survival each day in L.A.!
It don't stop, we still mash in hot 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 like gats do
Cock me
caps for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who to wear Air Max shoes, that's true
But I grew up where niggas jack you, 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 hang below my waistline
I look humble rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Vince Carter the baseline
Don't waste my
Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and fine-ass
Thai, drive-bys, six-fo's on switches

I was raised in the hood called
Where the brothers in the hood, to go Hollywood
Slugs for the of it
Anybody on us can suck a dick
If I catch you mine you catch a flat-line, dead on the floor
Better than yours, driving gettin' head from a whore
It's
with me might get you banned from TV
Cassette and CD it's all mine the nine the right time
Multiply, we don't die, the streets lie
What, so do I, I'm bad for your health
Like puttin' a pistol up to your face and blastin'

Five in the mornin', at my do'
forty-five in my dresser drawer
Let 'em come in BLAOW he see the roll
Roll with niggas, who buy by the fo'
And brew's by the
SLAP YOU in the with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold
Haters fold the style, but find no openings

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and 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