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 rule the nigga
Y'all niggaz gotta recognize,
Niggaz wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin'?
But this come all the way back around here
My nigga Dre, heat box on y'all bitch-ass
Yaknahmsayin'? You gotta
L.A. niggaz, connected all over the world, nigga
this

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

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

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

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

We roll deep, smoke on weed and pack heat
Requirements for 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.

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

up or flame, I ran wit a gang
I helped niggaz get jacked for they Dane's
My hang below my waistline
I look humble rumble?
I bang though, like Vince Carter from the baseline, don't waste my
Fuck a in killa Cali, AK's and 9's
One-time's, sunshines, and bitches
Hawaiian Thai, drive-by, on switches

I was in the hood called What-The-Dif'
Where the brothers in the hood, to go Hollywood
Slugs for the of it
Anybody hatin' on us can a dick
If I catch you touchin' mine you catch a flatline, dead on the
Better than yours, drivin' away gettin' head a whore
It's
with me might get you banned from TV

Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the time
Multiply, we die, the streets don't lie
What, so neither do I, I'm bad for health
Like a pistol up to your face and blastin' yourself

in the mornin', burglars at my do'
Glock forty-five in my drawer
Let 'em come in, blaow, he see the thunder
with niggaz, who by fifths by the fo'
And by the case
Slap you in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre
Kings wit Sedans and gold rings
Haters fold the style, but find no openings

We roll deep, smoke on drink 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.

That's how we
That's how we
how we ride
That's how we