Luyện nghe bài hát The L.A. Song

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

Who wanna
We lickin' off shots in the
We make believers out the
Lay the to rest
In southern California ain't no place like
Half the y'all doin' we created this shit
So don't be young buck in the presence of this
Don't even come from the 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 for snow
Sucka niggas with beats
Stay in the back seat and buckle up for the
I'm with bad guys
And got time on my
Cause this is my city this is I live
And if ya bring bad vibes I got something to
out under the sun is an everyday thang
And gettin crazy in the labs the way I bang
Don't to me with that mean face
Buddy I'm all smiles and I'm countin the
Down Crescent Heights
of the stars
Get ya pulled out ya car for too hard
Just listen, you ain't down with the my brotha?
I can forsee in your future ther'es some for cover
Alot of talk a good game
But playin
I about the hood and now feel thats where your stayin
Fools be givin you the mad dog after the
Cause we ain't feelin them
Or your designer
Its people in L.A. I counted its alot
And if the hanus catch a bully there claimin your block
Just get it its Crescent Heights all day all night
The community where I was
my days
Wishin I could be the mayor i'd deport you
And send you back to squareland cause over we brew
people in the town
Throw up your dub a drag
It's Double K signin off from the of the bodybags

Yo five years after they kill
up the hipe
Wrestlee the sleepers
Drugdealers rock
T tops, jerry curls, flip flops for girls
C.B.'s on the strip and a for
on Wheels I whistle to my crew up on the block
The Color soundtrack the Fatburger jukebox
My L.A. U.S.C. memories are every who filed down clowns
Claimin the same on this turf
My go deep like turbo Nerf
And the still sweat us
I on all blocks like I'm sellin paletas
And rock the
Home of the drive-by where pop the shells
I eat at and La Barca, not Taco Bell
And if your not from the city then you should bail
Cause alot of are implants
Claimin our something to say and something to prove and
At the shows with the flows and they think the groovin
Its like the 405 at 5:30 movin
I'm tired of non-recognition losin the to proven to cats
my soundtracks and L.A. hat
When newjacks strap New York rap on the
With a tree it makes me sick
All you underground producers get off Premier's and just (chill)
I'm headed back to to sit up on the hill
Next to the Korean bell Busy Bee
Watchin waves swell visibility Catalina and sail boats
hip hop soaps and sit-com dreams
I make morphine for fiends
Support L.A. teens stay with Cal Green
O.G. Jerry Duffey when I'm on your
I'm friends with crack heads
And I (?Ben?)
L.A. is the place where I solve my
In it never fear
I'll always stay
Cause when I'm in L.A. my family's