Luyện nghe bài hát The L.A. Song

Yo, alot of people be steppin to us
Y'all from San Francisco
Nah G we show alot of
But in the state of California Humboldt to Oceanside ya dig
But L.A. is where it all happens for the Dub and One
All you MC's say L.A. when you on
And you do spit that hot verse
We gonna it happen man

Who wanna
We off shots in the west
We make believers out the
Lay the to rest
In southern California ain't no place this
Half the stuff y'all doin' we created this
So don't be saggin buck in the presence of this
Don't even from the city and your runnin your lips
I'm 'bout to make a call get the van out
Explain to Tritia Toyota on how crew ran out
We comin live from the trey two three area
Mad clouds of smoke and ain't no room for
Sucka niggas with sucka
Stay in the back seat and up for the ride
I'm chillen bad guys
And got on my side
Cause this is my city this is where I
And if ya bad vibes I got something to give
Hangin out the sun is an everyday thang
And crazy in the labs the only way I bang
Don't to me with that mean face
Buddy I'm all smiles and I'm countin the
Down Heights boulevard
of the stars
Get ya out ya car for frontin' too hard
Just listen, you ain't down the streets my brotha?
I can forsee in your ther'es some runnin for cover
Alot of y'all talk a game
But ain't
I learned about the hood and now feel thats where your
Fools be givin you the mad dog after the
Cause we ain't feelin flows
Or your designer
Its people in L.A. I counted its alot
And if the hanus catch your a bully claimin your block
Just get it right its Heights all day all night
The community I was raised
my days
Wishin I could be the mayor i'd you fools
And send you back to squareland over here we brew
people in the town
Throw up your dub take a
Double K signin off from the home of the bodybags

Yo about five years after kill
up the hipe
Wrestlee moovahs the
Drugdealers rock
T tops, jerry curls, jelly flops for girls
C.B.'s on the and a commercial for
World on I whistle to my crew up on the block
The soundtrack rock the Fatburger jukebox
My L.A. U.S.C. are every sticks who filed down clowns
the same tricks on this turf
My roots go deep turbo Nerf
And the cops still us
I roll on all blocks like I'm paletas
And the bells
Home of the drive-by where pop the shells
I eat at Charro's and La Barca, not Bell
And if your not from the city then you should bail
alot of cats are implants
Claimin our labels to say and something to prove and
At the with the flows and they think the crowds groovin
Its the 405 at 5:30 nobodys movin
I'm tired of non-recognition the mission to proven to cats
my soundtracks and L.A. hat
When newjacks New York rap on the block
a palm tree it makes me sick
All you underground producers get off dick and just (chill)
I'm headed to Pedro to sit up on the hill
Next to the Korean bell Busy Bee
Watchin waves swell high Catalina and sail boats
hip hop soaps and sit-com dreams
I make for beat fiends
Support L.A. teens stay with Cal Green
O.G. Duffey when I'm on your screen
I'm friends with neighborhood heads
And I (?Ben?)
L.A. is the place I solve my problems
In it never fear
I'll always here
when I'm in L.A. my family's there