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

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

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

I'm comin' "Straight Compton" with a loose cannon
Smoke big green, call it Bruce
Watch your manners, at last another from the top notch
From way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock
this, Dr. Dre twistin' wit Tha Liks
And Hittman a fix
trip, it's a Time Bomb in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick

Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like a true
Weed and sold 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 and pack heat
Requirements for survival 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 West coast jack
call me Hitt, 'cause I spit like gats do
me back
Bust for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who to wear Air Max shoes, that's true
But I grew up where niggaz jack you, you
you, for that set you claim
Mash on you for your chain, C.K. B.K.

Blued up or flame, I ran wit a
I helped niggaz get for they Dana Dane's
My pants hang below my
I look wanna rumble?
I bang though, like Carter 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, on switches

I was raised in the hood called
Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go
Slugs for the of it
Anybody hatin' on us can suck a
If I catch you mine you catch a flatline, dead on the floor
Better than yours, drivin' away gettin' head from a
It's
Fuckin' with me might get you banned TV

Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the time
Multiply, we die, the streets don't lie
What, so neither do I, I'm bad for health
Like puttin' a pistol up to your and blastin' yourself

in the mornin', burglars at my do'
Glock forty-five in my drawer
Let 'em in, blaow, he see the thunder roll
Roll niggaz, who by fifths by the fo'
And by the case
Slap you in the with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold
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 mash in hot pursuit from the cops
why we act this way, in L.A., in L.A.

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