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 rule the nigga
niggaz gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin'?
Niggaz wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin'?
But this shit come all the way back around
My Dre, droppin' heat box on y'all bitch-ass
Yaknahmsayin'? You gotta
L.A. niggaz, connected all over the world, nigga
this

Now in my days I used to sport a rag
Backpack full of plus 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 Leimert Park, taggin', hittin' up
Ditchin my class, just to yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, nigga yo' tool up

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

I'm comin' "Straight Outta Compton" a loose cannon
Smoke big green, call it Bruce
Watch your manners, at last blast from the top notch
From way with the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
Picture this, Dr. Dre wit Tha Liks
And Hittman a fix
trip, it's a Time 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
sundown to sunup, clown done run up
The aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and heat
for survival each day, in L.A.
It stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops
Analyze why we act way, in L.A.

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

Blued up or flame, I ran wit a
I helped niggaz get jacked for they Dane's
My pants hang my waistline
I look humble wanna
I bang though, like Vince Carter from the baseline, don't waste my
a scrap in killa 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
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
It's
with 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 your
Like puttin' a pistol up to face and blastin' yourself

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

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and heat
Requirements for survival day, in L.A.
It stop, we still 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