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

Now in my younger days I used to a rag
Backpack full of cans a four-four mag
G'd from the feet up, blued up from the how I grew up
Lockin' smokin' and 'til we threw up
At Park, taggin', hittin' fools up
my class, just to fuck yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, nigga yo' tool up

But don't sleep, y'all quick to shoot you
Now there's another motherfucker with no
But Time much smoother when 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 with the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
Picture this, Dr. Dre wit Tha Liks
And bought a fix
trip, it's a Time Bomb in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick

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

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

Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack
call me Hitt, 'cause I spit like gats do
Cock me
caps for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's
But I grew up where niggaz jack you, you
Blast you, for set you claim
Mash on you for your chain, C.K. B.K.

Blued up or flame, I ran wit a
I helped get jacked for they Dana Dane's
My pants hang below my
I look humble wanna
I bang though, like Vince Carter from the baseline, don't my time
Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, and 9's
One-time's, sunshines, and fine-ass
Hawaiian Thai, drive-by, six-fo's on

I was in the hood called What-The-Dif'
Where the brothers in the hood, to go Hollywood
for the fuck of it
Anybody hatin' on us can a dick
If I catch you touchin' mine you catch a flatline, on the floor
Better than yours, away gettin' head from a whore
It's
Fuckin' me might get you banned from TV

Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right
Multiply, we don't die, the don't 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'
Glock forty-five in my dresser
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
Kings wit Sedans and gold rings
Haters fold the style, but can't no openings

We deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat
Requirements for survival day, in L.A.
It don't stop, we still mash in hot 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