Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.ANiggaz - Defari

Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this motherfucker, West West
Yeah, L.A. niggaz, L.A. niggaz rule the world
Y'all niggaz gotta recognize,
Niggaz don't peep game, yaknahmsayin'?
But this shit come all the way back around
My nigga Dre, droppin' box on y'all bitch-ass
Yaknahmsayin'? You recognize
L.A. niggaz, all over the motherfuckin' world, nigga
this

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

But don't sleep, y'all quick to shoot you
Now another motherfucker with no future
But Time Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, like Cuba
Got 'em

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

Wait a minute on, I tell it like a true mackadelic
Weed and cocaine sold separate, it
sundown to sunup, clown done run up
The aftermath'll be two in gut, nigga what?

We roll deep, 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.

Gimme mic fool, it's a West coast jack move
They call me Hitt, 'cause I spit like do
Cock me
Bust for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who to wear Air Max shoes, that's true
But I grew up where niggaz you, harass you
you, for that set you claim
Mash on you for Turkish 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 my waistline
I look humble wanna
I bang though, like Vince Carter 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 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 catch a flatline, dead on the
Better than yours, drivin' away head from a whore
It's
Fuckin' with me might get you banned TV

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

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

We roll deep, smoke on 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., in L.A.

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