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

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

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

I'm "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon
Smoke big green, it Bruce Banner
Watch manners, at last another blast from the top notch
From way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock
Picture this, Dr. Dre twistin' wit Tha
And bought a fix
Don't trip, it's a Time 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
sundown to sunup, clown done run up
The be two in your gut, nigga what?

We roll deep, smoke on drink and pack heat
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, it's a West coast move
They call me Hitt, 'cause I spit like do
Cock me
Bust caps for my max crew, at
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, true
But I grew up where niggaz jack you, you
Blast you, for that set you
Mash on you for your chain, C.K. B.K.

up or flame, I ran wit a gang
I helped niggaz get jacked for Dana Dane's
My pants below my waistline
I look humble rumble?
I bang though, like Vince Carter from the baseline, waste my time
a scrap 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 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' you catch a flatline, dead on the floor
Better than yours, drivin' away head from a whore
It's
Fuckin' me might get you banned from TV

and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time
Multiply, we don't die, the don't lie
What, so do I, I'm bad for your health
Like a pistol up to your face and blastin' yourself

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

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and heat
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., in L.A.

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