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

Now in my days I used 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 drinkin 'til we up
At Leimert Park, taggin', hittin' up
Ditchin my class, just to yo' school up
You don't blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up

But don't sleep, y'all niggaz quick to you
Now another motherfucker with no future
But Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got 'em

I'm comin' "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose
Smoke big green, call it Banner
Watch your manners, at last another blast the top notch
From way back the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
this, Dr. Dre twistin' wit Tha Liks
And Hittman a fix
trip, it's a Time Bomb in this bitch
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, clown run up
The aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga

We roll deep, smoke on weed 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.

Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast move
They call me Hitt, I spit like gats do
me back
Bust caps for my max crew, at
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, true
But I grew up niggaz jack you, harass you
you, for that set you claim
Mash on you for 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 look humble wanna
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 bitches
Hawaiian Thai, drive-by, on switches

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

Cassette and CD 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 puttin' a pistol up to 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 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 find no openings

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

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