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

Now in my younger I used to sport a rag
Backpack full of plus a four-four mag
G'd up the feet up
Blue'd up from the up's how I grew up
Loc'n, and drinkin' til we threw up (threw up)
At Leimert Park, taggin', hittin' up
Ditching my class, just to yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, nigga yo' tool up
But don't sleep, y'all niggas to shoot you
Now there's motherfucker with no future
But Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got em Disciples to the Hoover

I'm coming "Straight Outta Compton" a loose cannon
big green, call it Bruce Banner
Watch manners, at last another blast from the top notch
From way back the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
Picture this, Dr. Dre wit Tha Liks
And Hittman a fix
Don't trip, a Time Bomb in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick tick
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 be two in your gut, nigga what?

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

Gimme that mic fool, it's a coast jack move
They call me Hitt cause I spit gats do
me back
Bust for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who to wear Air Max shoes, that's true
But I grew up where niggas you, harass you
you, for that set you claim (where you from?)
Mash on you for Turkish chain, C.K. B.K
Blue'd up or flame, I ran wit a
I helped niggas get, jacked for they Dana
My pants hang below my
I look humble rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Vince from the baseline
waste my time
Fuck a in killa 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 called
Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go
for the fuck of it
Anybody on us can suck a dick
If I catch you touching mine you catch a flat-line, dead on the
than yours, driving away gettin' head from a whore
It's
Fuckin' with me might get you banned TV
Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right
Multiply, we don't die, the streets lie
What, so neither do I, I'm bad for health
puttin' a pistol up to your face and blastin' yourself

Five in the mornin', at my do'
Glock forty-five in my drawer
Let 'em in BLAOW he see the thunder roll
with niggas, who buy fifths by the fo'
And by the case
YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit wit Sedans and gold rings
fold the style, but can't find no openings

We roll deep, on weed 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.!

In L.A

That's how we