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 recognize, yaknahmsayin'?
Niggaz don't peep game, yaknahmsayin'?
But shit 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,
Recognize

Now in my younger I used to sport a rag
Backpack of cans plus a four-four mag
G'd from the up, blued 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, to fuck yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, nigga yo' tool up

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

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

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

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and heat
Requirements for 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.

that mic fool, it's a West coast jack move
They call me Hitt, 'cause I like gats do
Cock me
Bust caps for my max crew, at
Who used to Air Max shoes, that's true
But I grew up where jack you, harass you
Blast you, for that set you
on you for your 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 rumble?
I bang though, like Carter from the baseline, don't waste my time
Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, and 9's
One-time's, sunshines, and bitches
Thai, drive-by, six-fo's on switches

I was raised in the hood called
Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go
Slugs for the of it
hatin' on us can suck a dick
If I you touchin' mine you catch a flatline, dead on the floor
Better than yours, drivin' away head from a whore
AvireX-to-the-Z
Fuckin' 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 neither do I, I'm bad for health
Like puttin' a up to your face and blastin' yourself

Five in the mornin', at my do'
forty-five in my dresser drawer
Let 'em in, blaow, he see the thunder roll
Roll with niggaz, who by by the fo'
And bruise by the
Slap you in the with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold
Haters fold the style, but find no openings

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
Analyze why we act way, in L.A., in L.A.

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