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

Now in my younger days I to sport a rag
full of cans plus a four-four mag
G'd up from the 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
my class, just to fuck yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, nigga yo' tool up
But don't sleep, y'all quick to shoot you
Now there's another motherfucker with no
But Time Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, like Cuba
Got em jumpin Disciples to the

I'm coming "Straight Outta Compton" a loose cannon
Smoke big green, call it Banner
Watch your manners, at last 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, it's a Bomb in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
a minute 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 weed 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.!

that 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 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 niggas get, jacked for they Dana
My hang below my waistline
I look wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I though, like Vince Carter from the baseline
Don't my time
a scrap in killa 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'
Where the in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
for the fuck of it
Anybody hatin' on us can suck a
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 time
Multiply, we don't die, the don't lie
What, so do I, I'm bad for your health
Like puttin' a pistol up to 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
Roll niggas, who buy fifths by the fo'
And by the case
SLAP YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre
Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold
Haters fold the style, but can't find no

We deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat
for survival 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.!

In L.A

how we ride