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. rule the world nigga
niggaz gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin'?
Niggaz don't wanna game, yaknahmsayin'?
But this shit come all the way back around
My nigga Dre, droppin' heat box on bitch-ass
Yaknahmsayin'? You gotta
L.A. niggaz, connected all over the world, nigga
Recognize

Now in my younger I used to sport a rag
Backpack full of cans plus a mag
G'd the feet up, blued up from the sewer's how I grew up
Lockin' smokin' and drinkin we threw up
At Leimert Park, taggin', fools up
my class, just to fuck yo' school up
You wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up

But don't sleep, y'all niggaz quick to you
Now another motherfucker with no future
But Time Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, dope like
Got 'em

I'm comin' "Straight Outta Compton" with a cannon
Smoke big green, call it Banner
Watch your manners, at last another blast from the top
From way with the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
Picture this, Dr. Dre twistin' wit Tha
And Hittman a fix
trip, it's a Time Bomb in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick

Wait a it's on, I tell it like a true mackadelic
Weed and sold separate, check it
From sundown to sunup, done run up
The aftermath'll be two in your gut, 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 pursuit from the
why we act this way, in L.A.

Gimme that mic fool, it's a coast jack move
call me Hitt, 'cause I spit like gats do
Cock me
Bust caps for my max crew, at
Who to wear Air Max shoes, that's true
But I grew up where niggaz you, harass you
Blast you, for set you claim
on you for your Turkish chain, C.K. B.K.

Blued up or flame, I ran wit a
I helped get jacked for they Dana Dane's
My hang below my waistline
I look humble wanna
I bang though, like Vince Carter from the baseline, waste my time
Fuck a scrap in Cali, AK's and 9's
One-time's, sunshines, and fine-ass
Hawaiian Thai, drive-by, on switches

I was raised in the 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 flatline, dead on the floor
Better yours, drivin' 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 the right time
Multiply, we die, the streets don't lie
What, so do I, I'm bad for your health
Like puttin' a pistol up to your face and yourself

in the mornin', burglars at my do'
Glock forty-five in my drawer
Let 'em in, blaow, he see the thunder roll
with niggaz, who by fifths by the fo'
And by the case
Slap you in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre
Likwit Kings wit Sedans and rings
Haters fold the style, but can't find no

We roll deep, smoke on weed and pack heat
Requirements for each day, in L.A.
It stop, we still 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