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

Now in my younger I used to sport a rag
Backpack of cans plus a four-four mag
G'd up the feet up
Blue'd up from the shoe up's how I 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, niggas quick to shoot you
Now there's motherfucker with no future
But Time much smoother when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got em Disciples to the Hoover

I'm "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon
Smoke big green, call it Banner
Watch your manners, at last another from the top notch
From way with the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
Picture this, Dr. Dre twisting wit Tha
And bought a fix
Don't trip, it's a Time in this bitch
it tick tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
Wait a minute on, I tell it like a true mackadelic
and cocaine sold separate, check it
From to sunup -- clown and run up
The be two in your gut, nigga what?

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

Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack
call me Hitt cause I spit like gats do
Cock me
Bust caps for my max crew, at
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's
But I grew up where jack you, harass you
Blast you, for that set you (where you from?)
Mash on you for your 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 wanna (yeah yeah)
I bang though, Vince Carter from the baseline
waste my time
Fuck a scrap in Cali, AK's and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and bitches
Thai, drive-bys, six-fo's on switches

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, on the floor
than yours, driving away gettin' head from a whore
It's
with me might get you banned from TV
Cassette and CD 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 a pistol up to your face and blastin' yourself

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

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

In L.A

That's how we