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

Now in my younger days I to sport a rag
Backpack of cans plus a four-four mag
G'd up from the up
Blue'd up from the up's how I grew up
Loc'n, and drinkin' til we threw up (threw up)
At Park, taggin', hittin' fools up
my class, just to fuck yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, nigga yo' tool up
But sleep, y'all niggas quick to shoot you
Now there's motherfucker with no future
But Time Bomb much when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
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
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 tell it a true mackadelic
Weed and cocaine sold separate, it
sundown to sunup -- clown and run up
The be two in your gut, nigga what?

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

Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast move
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 niggas jack you, 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 helped niggas get, jacked for Dana Dane's
My pants below my waistline
I look humble wanna (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Carter from the baseline
waste my time
Fuck a scrap in Cali, AK's and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and fine-ass
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, 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
Anybody hatin' on us can a dick
If I catch you mine you catch a flat-line, dead on the floor
Better yours, driving away gettin' head from 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
puttin' a pistol up to your face and blastin' yourself

Five in the mornin', at my do'
forty-five in my dresser drawer
Let 'em come in BLAOW he see the 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 and gold rings
Haters fold the style, but can't no openings

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

In L.A

That's how we