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

Now in my younger days I used to a rag
Backpack full of cans a four-four mag
G'd up from the up
Blue'd up from the up's how I grew up
Loc'n, smokin' and drinkin' til we up (threw up)
At Leimert Park, taggin', fools up
Ditching my class, to fuck yo' school up
You don't blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep, y'all quick to shoot you
Now there's another motherfucker no future
But Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got em jumpin Disciples to the

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

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

Gimme mic fool, it's a West coast jack move
They me Hitt cause I spit like gats do
Cock me
Bust for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, true
But I grew up where jack you, harass you
you, for that 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 niggas get, jacked for they Dane's
My pants hang below my
I look wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, Vince Carter from the baseline
Don't waste my
Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and bitches
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, 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
hatin' on us can suck a dick
If I catch you touching mine you catch a flat-line, dead on the
Better than yours, driving gettin' head from a whore
AvireX-to-the-Z
Fuckin' with me might get you from TV
Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the 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 your and blastin' yourself

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

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

In L.A

how we ride