Luyện nghe bài hát The L.A. Song

Yo, alot of be steppin to us like
Y'all from San Francisco
Nah G we show of love
But in the state of from 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 when you do spit that hot
We gonna it happen man

Who test?
We lickin' off shots in the
We believers out the best
Lay the weak to
In southern California ain't no like this
the stuff y'all doin' we created this shit
So don't be saggin young in the presence of this
Don't even come from the city and your your lips
I'm 'bout to make a get the news van out
Explain to Tritia Toyota on how your ran out
We comin from the trey two three area code
Mad of smoke and ain't no room for snow
Sucka niggas with sucka
Stay in the back seat and up for the ride
I'm with bad guys
And got time on my
this is my city this is where I live
And if ya bring bad vibes I got something to
Hangin out under the sun is an everyday
And gettin crazy in the the only way I bang
Don't step to me with mean face
I'm all smiles and I'm countin the miles
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 future ther'es some for cover
Alot of talk a good game
But playin
I learned about the and now feel thats where your stayin
Fools be givin you the mad dog the show
Cause we feelin them flows
Or your designer
Its phony in L.A. I counted its alot
And if the catch your a bully there claimin your block
get it right its Crescent Heights all day all night
The community I was raised
my days
Wishin I could be the mayor i'd you fools
And you back to squareland cause over here we brew
Authentic in the town
Throw up dub take a drag
It's K signin off from the home of the bodybags

Yo about five years they kill
Creep up the
Wrestlee the sleepers
Drugdealers rock
T tops, curls, jelly flip flops for girls
C.B.'s on the and a commercial for
World on I whistle to my crew up on the block
The Color rock the Fatburger jukebox
My L.A. U.S.C. memories are every sticks who filed down
Claimin the same tricks on turf
My roots go deep like Nerf
And the cops still us
I on all blocks like I'm sellin 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 probably
Cause alot of cats are
our labels something to say and something to prove and
At the shows with the flows and they think the crowds
Its like the 405 at 5:30 movin
I'm tired of non-recognition losin the mission to proven to
my soundtracks and L.A. hat
When newjacks strap New rap on the block
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 eatin Bee
Watchin swell high visibility Catalina and sail boats
hip hop soaps and sit-com dreams
I make morphine for beat
Support L.A. teens stay trippin with Cal
O.G. Duffey when I'm on your screen
I'm friends with crack heads
And I (?Ben?)
L.A. is the place I solve my problems
In it i'll never
I'll always stay
Cause when I'm in L.A. my there