Luyện nghe bài hát The L.A. Song

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

Who wanna
We off shots in the west
We make believers out the
Lay the weak to
In southern ain't no place like this
Half the stuff y'all doin' we created this
So don't be saggin buck in the presence of this
Don't even come from the city and runnin your lips
I'm 'bout to make a call get the van out
Explain to Tritia Toyota on how your ran out
We comin live the trey two three area code
Mad clouds of smoke and no room for snow
Sucka niggas with sucka
Stay in the back and buckle up for the ride
I'm chillen with bad
And got on my side
Cause is my city this is where I live
And if ya bring bad I got something to give
out under the sun is an everyday thang
And gettin in the labs the only way I bang
Don't step to me 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 with the streets my brotha?
I can forsee in your future ther'es some for cover
Alot of y'all a good game
But ain't
I about the hood and now feel thats where your stayin
be givin you the mad dog after the show
Cause we feelin them flows
Or your designer
Its phony in L.A. I counted its alot
And if the hanus catch your a bully claimin your block
Just get it right its Crescent Heights all day all
The community where I was
my days
Wishin I could be the i'd deport you fools
And send you to squareland cause over here we brew
Authentic people in the
Throw up your dub a drag
It's Double K off from the home of the bodybags

Yo about five after they kill
Creep up the
Wrestlee the sleepers
rock beepers
T tops, jerry curls, flip flops for girls
C.B.'s on the and a commercial for
World on Wheels I to my crew up on the block
The Color soundtrack the Fatburger jukebox
My L.A. U.S.C. memories are sticks who filed down clowns
Claimin the same tricks on turf
My roots go deep like turbo
And the cops sweat us
I roll on all blocks like I'm sellin
And rock the
Home of the drive-by where pop the shells
I eat at Charro's and La Barca, not Taco
And if your not from the city then you should bail
Cause alot of cats are
Claimin our labels 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 nobodys
I'm of non-recognition losin the mission to proven to cats
my soundtracks and L.A. hat
When newjacks strap New York rap on the
With a palm tree it me sick
All you underground producers get off dick and just (chill)
I'm headed to Pedro to sit up on the hill
to the Korean bell eatin Busy Bee
Watchin waves swell high visibility Catalina and boats
Hollywood hip hop and sit-com dreams
I make morphine for beat
Support L.A. stay trippin with Cal Green
O.G. Jerry Duffey when I'm on screen
I'm with neighborhood crack heads
And I (?Ben?)
L.A. is the where I solve my problems
In it i'll never
I'll always stay
Cause when I'm in L.A. my there