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

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

But don't sleep, y'all quick to shoot 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" a loose cannon
big green, call it Bruce Banner
Watch your manners, at last another blast the top notch
From way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock
this, Dr. Dre twistin' 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 a true mackadelic
Weed and cocaine separate, check it
From to sunup, clown done run up
The aftermath'll be two in gut, nigga what?

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

Gimme that mic fool, it's a West jack move
They call me Hitt, I spit like gats do
Cock me
caps for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, true
But I grew up where niggaz 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 niggaz get jacked for Dana Dane's
My pants hang my waistline
I humble wanna rumble?
I bang though, like Vince Carter from the baseline, don't waste my
Fuck a in killa 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 hood called
Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go
Slugs for the of it
Anybody on us can suck a dick
If I you touchin' mine you catch a flatline, dead on the floor
Better than yours, away gettin' head from a whore
AvireX-to-the-Z
Fuckin' with me might get you from TV

Cassette and CD all mine the whole nine the right time
Multiply, we don't die, the streets lie
What, so neither do I, I'm bad for your
Like puttin' a 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 with the bass, Dr. Dre
Likwit Kings wit Sedans and rings
Haters fold the style, but find no openings

We roll deep, smoke on drink and pack heat
for survival each day, in L.A.
It don't stop, we still in hot pursuit from the cops
Analyze why we act way, in L.A., in L.A.

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