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
niggaz gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin'?
Niggaz don't wanna peep game,
But this 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 the motherfuckin' world, nigga
this

Now in my younger days I to sport a rag
Backpack full of cans plus a mag
G'd from the feet up, 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, just to fuck yo' up
You don't wanna blast, tuck yo' tool up

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

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

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

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and heat
for survival each day, in L.A.
It stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops
why we act this way, in L.A.

Gimme that mic fool, a West coast jack move
They call me Hitt, I spit like gats do
me back
Bust for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's
But I grew up where jack 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 for they Dana Dane's
My pants below my waistline
I look wanna rumble?
I bang though, like Carter from the baseline, don't waste my time
a scrap in killa Cali, AK's and 9's
One-time's, sunshines, and bitches
Thai, drive-by, six-fo's 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 a dick
If I catch you touchin' you catch a flatline, dead on the floor
than yours, drivin' away gettin' head from a whore
It's
Fuckin' with me might get you banned 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
Like puttin' a pistol up to your face and blastin'

Five in the mornin', at my do'
Glock in my dresser drawer
Let 'em come in, blaow, he see the roll
with niggaz, who by fifths by the fo'
And by the case
Slap you in the with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Kings wit Sedans and gold rings
Haters fold the style, but find no openings

We deep, smoke 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., in L.A.

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