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 wanna peep game,
But shit come all the way back around here
My nigga Dre, droppin' heat box on bitch-ass
You gotta recognize
L.A. niggaz, connected all over the world, nigga
Recognize

Now in my younger days I to sport a rag
full of cans plus a four-four mag
G'd from the feet up, blued up from the how I grew up
Lockin' smokin' and drinkin we threw up
At Leimert Park, taggin', hittin' up
Ditchin my class, just to fuck yo' up
You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' up

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

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

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack
Requirements for survival 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 mic fool, it's a West coast jack move
They me Hitt, 'cause I spit like gats do
me back
Bust for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, true
But I grew up niggaz jack you, harass you
you, for that set you claim
Mash on you for your chain, C.K. B.K.

up or flame, I ran wit a gang
I helped niggaz get jacked for they Dane's
My pants hang below my
I look humble wanna
I bang though, like Vince from the baseline, don't waste my time
Fuck a scrap in Cali, AK's 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
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 yours, drivin' away gettin' head from a whore
AvireX-to-the-Z
Fuckin' with me might get you banned TV

Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the time
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 come in, blaow, he see the thunder
Roll with niggaz, who by by the fo'
And bruise by the
Slap you in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre
Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold
Haters the style, but can't find no openings

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack
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
how we ride
That's how we