Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.ANiggaz - Defari

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

Now in my younger days I used to a rag
Backpack full of cans plus a mag
G'd from the feet up, blued up from the sewer's how I up
Lockin' smokin' and drinkin 'til we up
At Leimert Park, taggin', hittin' up
my class, just to fuck yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, tuck yo' tool up

But don't sleep, niggaz quick to shoot you
Now there's motherfucker with no future
But Time Bomb much when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got 'em

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

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

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and heat
Requirements for each day, in L.A.
It don't stop, we mash in hot pursuit from the cops
why we act this way, in L.A.

Gimme that mic fool, it's a coast jack 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 helped niggaz get jacked for Dana Dane's
My pants below my waistline
I humble wanna rumble?
I bang though, like Vince Carter from the baseline, don't waste my
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
Slugs for the of it
hatin' on us can suck a dick
If I catch you touchin' mine you catch a flatline, dead on the
Better yours, drivin' away gettin' head from a whore
It's
Fuckin' with me might get you banned TV

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

Five in the mornin', at my do'
Glock forty-five in my 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 can't find no

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

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