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

Now in my younger days I to sport a rag
Backpack full of cans a four-four mag
G'd the feet 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, just to 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 another motherfucker no future
But Time Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, like Cuba
Got 'em

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

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

We roll deep, 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.

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

Blued up or flame, I ran wit a
I helped niggaz get jacked for they Dana
My hang below my waistline
I look humble rumble?
I bang though, like Vince Carter the baseline, don't waste my time
Fuck a scrap in Cali, AK's and 9's
One-time's, sunshines, and fine-ass
Hawaiian Thai, drive-by, six-fo's on

I was raised in the called What-The-Dif'
the brothers in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
Slugs for the of it
Anybody on us can suck a dick
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' with me get you banned from TV

Cassette and CD it's all 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 puttin' a up to your face and blastin' yourself

Five in the mornin', at my do'
Glock 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
Slap you in the face the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold
fold the style, but can't find no openings

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 the cops
why we act this way, in L.A., in L.A.

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