Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.ANiggaz - Defari

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

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

But don't sleep, y'all quick to shoot you
Now there's motherfucker with no future
But Time Bomb much smoother 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 another 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 this
Here it tick tick tick

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

We deep, smoke 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
why we act this way, in L.A.

Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack
They call me Hitt, 'cause I spit like do
Cock me
Bust caps for my max crew, at
Who used to Air Max shoes, that's true
But I up where niggaz jack 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 humble wanna rumble?
I bang though, Vince Carter from the baseline, don't waste my time
Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, and 9's
One-time's, sunshines, and fine-ass
Hawaiian Thai, drive-by, six-fo's on

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

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

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

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

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