Luyện nghe bài hát The L.A. Song

Yo, of people be steppin to us like
Y'all San Francisco right?
Nah G we show of love
But in the state of California 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 make it man

Who test?
We off shots in the west
We make out the best
Lay the to rest
In southern California no place like this
Half the stuff doin' we created this shit
So don't be young buck in the presence of this
Don't even come from the city and your runnin your
I'm 'bout to make a get the news van out
Explain to Tritia on how your crew ran out
We live from the trey two three area code
Mad clouds of smoke and ain't no for snow
Sucka with sucka beats
Stay in the back seat and buckle up for the
I'm with bad guys
And got on my side
Cause this is my this is where I live
And if ya bring bad vibes I got something to
Hangin out under the sun is an thang
And gettin in the labs the only way I bang
Don't step to me with that face
Buddy I'm all and I'm countin the miles
Down Crescent boulevard
Home of the
Get ya out ya car for frontin' too hard
Just listen, you ain't with the streets my brotha?
I can forsee in future ther'es some runnin for cover
Alot of y'all talk a good
But ain't
I learned about the hood and now feel where your stayin
Fools be givin you the mad dog after the
Cause we feelin them flows
Or your clothes
Its phony people in L.A. I its alot
And if the hanus catch your a bully there your block
Just get it right its Heights all day all night
The community where I was
Livin my
Wishin I could be the i'd deport you fools
And send you back to cause over here we brew
people in the town
Throw up your dub a drag
It's Double K signin off from the of the bodybags

Yo about five after they kill
Creep up the
Wrestlee moovahs the
Drugdealers rock
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. are every sticks who filed down clowns
Claimin the tricks on this turf
My roots go deep like Nerf
And the cops sweat us
I roll on all like I'm sellin paletas
And the bells
Home of the drive-by where they pop the
I eat at Charro's and La Barca, not Taco
And if your not from the city then you should probably
alot of cats are implants
Claimin our labels something to say and something to and
At the shows with the flows and think the crowds groovin
Its like the 405 at nobodys movin
I'm tired of losin the mission to proven to cats
That my and L.A. hat
When newjacks strap New York rap on the
a palm tree it makes me sick
All you underground producers get off dick and just (chill)
I'm headed back to Pedro to sit up on the
to the Korean bell eatin Busy Bee
Watchin waves swell high visibility Catalina and sail
Hollywood hip hop soaps and dreams
I make morphine for beat
Support L.A. teens stay trippin with Cal
O.G. Jerry when I'm on your screen
I'm friends neighborhood crack heads
And I (?Ben?)
L.A. is the where I solve my problems
In it never fear
I'll always stay
Cause I'm in L.A. my family's there