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

Now in my younger days I to sport a rag
Backpack of cans plus a four-four mag
G'd from the feet up, blued up the sewer's how I grew up
Lockin' smokin' and drinkin 'til we up
At Leimert Park, taggin', fools up
Ditchin my class, to fuck yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, nigga yo' tool up

But sleep, y'all niggaz quick to shoot you
Now there's another with no future
But Time Bomb much when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got 'em

I'm "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon
Smoke big green, it Bruce Banner
Watch your manners, at last another blast from the top
From way back with the pop rocks, I pop witcha
this, Dr. Dre twistin' wit Tha Liks
And Hittman a fix
Don't trip, it's a Time in this 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 be two in your gut, nigga what?

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

that mic fool, it's a West coast jack move
They call me Hitt, I spit like gats do
me back
Bust caps for my max crew, at
Who used to Air Max shoes, that's 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 niggaz get jacked for they Dana Dane's
My hang below my waistline
I look humble wanna
I though, like Vince Carter from the baseline, don't waste my time
Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, and 9's
One-time's, sunshines, and fine-ass
Hawaiian Thai, drive-by, on switches

I was raised in the hood called
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 a flatline, dead on the floor
Better than yours, drivin' away gettin' head a whore
AvireX-to-the-Z
Fuckin' with me might get you banned TV

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

Five in the mornin', at my do'
forty-five in my dresser drawer
Let 'em come in, blaow, he see the roll
Roll with niggaz, who by by the fo'
And by the case
Slap you in the with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit wit Sedans and gold rings
Haters fold the style, but can't find no

We deep, smoke on weed 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.

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