Luyện nghe bài hát The L.A. Song

Yo, alot of people be to us like
Y'all from San right?
Nah G we show of love
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 when you do spit hot verse
We gonna make it man

Who wanna
We lickin' off shots in the
We make believers out the
Lay the weak to
In southern California ain't no place this
Half the stuff y'all we created this shit
So be saggin young buck in the presence of this
Don't even come from the city and your runnin your
I'm to make a call get the news van out
Explain to Toyota 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 niggas with sucka
Stay in the back and buckle up for the ride
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
out under the sun is an everyday thang
And gettin crazy in the labs the only way I
Don't to me with that mean face
Buddy I'm all and I'm countin the miles
Crescent Heights boulevard
Home of the
Get ya pulled out ya car for frontin' too
Just listen, you ain't down the streets my brotha?
I can forsee in future ther'es some runnin for cover
Alot of y'all a good game
But ain't
I learned about the hood and now thats where your stayin
Fools be givin you the mad dog after the
Cause we ain't them flows
Or designer 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 Crescent Heights all day all
The community where I was
Livin my
Wishin I be the mayor i'd deport you fools
And you back to squareland cause over here we brew
Authentic people in the
Throw up dub take a drag
It's Double K off from the home of the bodybags

Yo about five years after they
up the hipe
Wrestlee the sleepers
rock beepers
T tops, jerry curls, jelly flip for girls
C.B.'s on the and a commercial for
World on Wheels I whistle to my 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 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 Taco
And if your not from the city then you probably bail
Cause alot of cats are
Claimin our labels something to say and to prove and
At the with the flows and they think the crowds 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 rap on the block
With a palm tree it makes me
All you producers get off Premier's dick and just (chill)
I'm headed back to to sit up on the hill
Next to the Korean bell eatin Bee
Watchin waves high visibility Catalina and sail boats
Hollywood hip hop soaps and dreams
I make for beat fiends
Support L.A. teens stay trippin with Cal
O.G. Duffey when I'm on your screen
I'm friends with neighborhood crack
And I (?Ben?)
L.A. is the place I solve my problems
In it i'll never
I'll stay here
Cause I'm in L.A. my family's there