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

Now in my younger I used to sport a rag
Backpack full of plus a four-four mag
G'd from the feet up, blued up the sewer's how I grew up
Lockin' smokin' and drinkin we threw up
At Park, taggin', hittin' 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 there's motherfucker with no future
But Time Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, dope Cuba
Got 'em

I'm "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon
Smoke big green, call it Bruce
Watch your manners, at last another from the top notch
way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
Picture this, Dr. Dre wit Tha Liks
And bought a fix
Don't trip, it's a Time Bomb in this
Here it tick tick tick

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

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

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

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

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

Five in the mornin', at my do'
Glock in my dresser 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 with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit Sedans and rings
Haters fold the style, but can't no openings

We deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat
Requirements for survival 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