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
Y'all niggaz 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
You gotta recognize
L.A. niggaz, connected all the motherfuckin' world, nigga
this

Now in my days I used to sport a rag
Backpack full of plus a four-four mag
G'd the feet up, blued up from the sewer's how I grew up
smokin' and drinkin 'til we threw up
At Leimert Park, taggin', fools 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 Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, dope like
Got 'em

I'm comin' "Straight Outta Compton" with a cannon
Smoke big green, call it Banner
Watch your manners, at last another blast from the top
From way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock
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

a minute it's on, I tell it like a true mackadelic
Weed and sold separate, check it
From sundown to sunup, clown run up
The aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga

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

up or flame, I ran wit a gang
I helped niggaz get jacked for Dana Dane's
My hang below my waistline
I look humble rumble?
I bang though, like Vince from the baseline, don't waste my time
Fuck a in killa Cali, AK's and 9's
One-time's, sunshines, and bitches
Hawaiian Thai, drive-by, on switches

I was raised in the hood What-The-Dif'
Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go
for the fuck of it
Anybody on us can suck 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
with me might get you banned from 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
Like puttin' a pistol up to face and blastin' yourself

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

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

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