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 world
Y'all niggas gotta recognize,
Niggas don't wanna peep game,
But this come 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
this; peep game

Now in my younger I used to sport a rag
Backpack full of cans a four-four mag
G'd up the feet up
Blue'd up from the 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, just to fuck yo' up
You wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up
But sleep, y'all niggas quick to shoot you
Now there's another motherfucker no future
But Time Bomb smoother when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got em jumpin Disciples to the

I'm coming "Straight Outta Compton" with a cannon
Smoke big green, it Bruce Banner
Watch your manners, at last another blast 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 Bomb in this
Here it tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
Wait a minute it's on, I it like a true mackadelic
and cocaine sold separate, check it
From to sunup -- clown and run up
The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, what?

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack
for survival each day in L.A.!
It stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops
why we act this way in L.A.!

Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack
They call me Hitt cause I spit like do
me back
Bust caps for my max crew, at
Who used to Air Max shoes, that's true
But I grew up where niggas you, harass you
Blast you, for set you claim (where you from?)
on you for your Turkish chain, C.K. B.K
Blue'd up or flame, I ran wit a
I niggas get, jacked for they Dana Dane's
My pants below my waistline
I humble wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Carter from the baseline
Don't waste my
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 in the hood called 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 away gettin' head a whore
AvireX-to-the-Z
Fuckin' with me might get you banned TV
Cassette and CD it's all mine the nine the right 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 your face and blastin'

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

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

In L.A

That's how we