Luyện nghe bài hát To Live and Die in LA

Street Science, you're on the air,
What do you feel when you hear a record like Tupac's new Static
I love new record, Static
Right but don't you feel like creates, Static

A tension between East and Static
talking about killing people, Static
I had sex your wife and not in those words, Static
But he's about I wanna see you deceased, Static

No doubt, to and die in L.A.
California, what you say Los Angeles
Still the only place for me that rains in the sun
And everybody got

To and die in L.A., where everyday we try to fatten our pockets
Us niggaz hustle for the so it's hard to knock it
Everybody got own thang, currency chasin'
Worldwide through the hard times, faces

Shed tears as we bury niggaz to heart
What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, hearted 'bout it
Nigga got by a fiend, tryin' to floss on him
Blind to a broken dream, a hard lesson

cases keep me guessin', plea bargain
Ain't an now, so I'm stressin', cost me more
To be free a life in the pen
money off of cuss words, writin' again

Learn how to think ahead, so I fight my pen
Late night down likin' the scene
What's the worst they could do to a nigga got me in hell
To live and die in L.A. on bail, my angel

To and die in L.A., it's the place to be
You've got to be there to know it, everybody wanna see

To live and die in L.A., the place to be
You've got to be there to know it, what everybody see

It's the, City of Angels and constant
Central L.A., can't get no stranger
Full of drama a soap opera, on the curb
Watchin' the ghetto helicopters, I observe

So many niggaz three strikes, tossed in jail
I swear the pen the across from hell, I can't cry
'Cause it's on now, I'm a nigga on his own now
Livin' Thug style, so I can't smile

Writin' to my peoples when they ask for
Thinkin' Cali just fun and bitches,
learn about the dress code, B's and C's
All them other niggaz copycats, is G's

I love Cali like I love
'Cause every nigga in L.A. got a bit of Thug in him
We might fight with each other, but I promise you
We'll burn bitch down, get us pissed to live and die in L.A.
(Let my sing)

To and die in L.A., it's the place to be
You've got to be to know it, what everybody wanna see

'Cause would it be L.A. without
love brown pride and the sets again
Pete tryin' to see us all broke, I'm on some bullshit
Out for they owe, remember K-DAY

Weekends, Crenshaw, MLK
Automatics rang free, niggaz lost way
signs being showed, nigga love your hood
But and it's all good, where the weed at?

Niggaz gettin' out
Dogg in this muhfucka perved out, M.O.B.
Big in the Low-Low, bounce and turn
Dogg Pound in the Lex, wit a to burn

Got them Watts with me, OFTB
They got some hash took the stash the rest for me
Neck bone, Tre, Ron, Punchy too
Big Rock got knocked but one's for you

I hit the studio and drop a jewel, it pay
high watchin' time fly, to live and die in L.A.
(Let my sing)

To live and die in L.A., the place to be
You've got to be there to know it, what everybody see

go out for 92.3 and 106
All the radio stations that be my shit
Makin' my shit sells quitraple platinum, hehe
This go out to all the magazines that me

All the motherfuckers
All the stores, the mom and pop
A&R people, all y'all
L.A., Love part motherfuckin' two
gay ass Dre