Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.A. Niggaz

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

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

I'm coming "Straight Outta Compton" with a cannon
big green, call it Bruce Banner
Watch your manners, at last another blast the top notch
From way back with the pop rocks, I pop witcha
Picture this, Dr. Dre wit Tha Liks
And Hittman a fix
Don't trip, it's a Time Bomb in bitch
it tick tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
Wait a it's on, I tell it like a true mackadelic
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 drink and pack heat
Requirements for 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.!

Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast move
They call me Hitt cause I spit like do
Cock me
caps for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's
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
Blue'd up or flame, I ran wit a
I helped get, jacked for they Dana Dane's
My pants hang below my
I look wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Vince Carter from the
waste my time
Fuck a scrap in 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 WHAT-THE-DIF'
the brothers in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
Slugs for the of it
Anybody hatin' on us can a dick
If I catch you touching mine you catch a flat-line, dead on the
Better than yours, driving away gettin' from a whore
It's
Fuckin' with me might get you from TV
Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole the right time
Multiply, we die, the streets don't lie
What, so neither do I, I'm bad for health
Like puttin' a pistol up to face and blastin' yourself

in the mornin', burglars at my do'
Glock forty-five in my dresser
Let 'em come in he see the thunder roll
Roll with niggas, who buy by the fo'
And brew's by the
YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit and gold rings
Haters the style, but can't find no openings

We roll deep, smoke on weed and pack heat
Requirements for survival 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