Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.ANiggaz - Defari

Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this motherfucker, West y'all
Yeah, L.A. niggaz, L.A. niggaz the world nigga
Y'all gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin'?
Niggaz wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin'?
But shit come all the way back around here
My nigga Dre, droppin' box on y'all bitch-ass
You gotta recognize
L.A. niggaz, all over the motherfuckin' world, nigga
this

Now in my days I used to sport a rag
Backpack full of cans a four-four mag
G'd from the feet up, blued up from the how I grew up
Lockin' smokin' and 'til we threw up
At Leimert Park, taggin', hittin' up
Ditchin my class, just to fuck yo' up
You don't wanna blast, tuck yo' tool up

But don't sleep, niggaz quick to shoot you
Now there's another motherfucker with no
But Time Bomb smoother when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got 'em

I'm comin' "Straight Compton" with a loose cannon
big green, call it Bruce 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 twistin' wit Tha
And Hittman a fix
Don't trip, it's a Time Bomb in bitch
Here it tick tick tick

a minute it's on, I tell it like a true mackadelic
Weed and cocaine sold separate, it
From to sunup, clown done run up
The be two in your gut, nigga what?

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack
Requirements for 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, 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, that's
But I grew up niggaz jack you, harass you
you, for that set you claim
Mash on you for Turkish chain, C.K. B.K.

Blued up or flame, I ran wit a
I helped niggaz get jacked for they Dana
My pants hang below my
I humble wanna rumble?
I bang though, like Vince from the baseline, don't waste my time
Fuck a in killa Cali, AK's and 9's
One-time's, sunshines, and fine-ass
Hawaiian Thai, drive-by, 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 a dick
If I catch you mine you catch a flatline, dead on the floor
Better than yours, away gettin' head from a whore
It's
Fuckin' with me might get you from TV

Cassette and CD all mine the whole nine the right time
Multiply, we die, the streets don't lie
What, so neither do I, I'm bad for your
puttin' a pistol up to your face 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 niggaz, who by fifths by the fo'
And bruise by the
Slap you in the with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold
fold the style, but can't find no openings

We roll deep, 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
That's how we
how we ride
That's how we