Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.ANiggaz - Defari

Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this motherfucker, West West
Yeah, L.A. niggaz, L.A. rule the world nigga
niggaz gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin'?
Niggaz don't wanna game, yaknahmsayin'?
But this shit all the way back around here
My Dre, droppin' heat box on y'all bitch-ass
Yaknahmsayin'? You recognize
L.A. niggaz, all over the motherfuckin' world, nigga
this

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

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

Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like a true
and cocaine sold separate, check it
From sundown to sunup, clown run up
The be two in your gut, nigga what?

We roll deep, 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
Analyze why we act way, in L.A.

Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast move
They call me Hitt, 'cause I spit gats do
me back
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
you, for that set you claim
Mash on you for Turkish chain, C.K. B.K.

up or flame, I ran wit a gang
I niggaz get jacked for they Dana Dane's
My pants below my waistline
I look wanna rumble?
I bang though, like Vince Carter from the baseline, don't my time
Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, and 9's
One-time's, sunshines, and fine-ass
Thai, drive-by, six-fo's 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 catch you touchin' mine you catch a flatline, dead on the
Better than yours, drivin' away head from a whore
It's
Fuckin' me might get you banned from TV

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

Five in the mornin', at my do'
Glock forty-five in my dresser
Let 'em come in, blaow, he see the thunder
Roll with niggaz, who by by the fo'
And bruise by the
Slap you in the face 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 each day, in L.A.
It stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops
why we act this way, in L.A., in L.A.

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