Luyện nghe bài hát Cali Niggaz

The Game

From
in Seminole Hospital nigga,
November 29,
On some G
My moms scream or nothing
And I ain't never nigga

The [Screwed]

Motherfucker I'm Compton, the hub city,
I brought some thugs me,
that'll set up shop and get rid of quickly,
drive Supremes, on gold D's, puff sticky,
love Tupac to and still bump Biggie.
Welcome to the side,
them Tec's fly,
dope boys drive S5's,
come smoke and get the high,
who the said the west died,
you dead, the left side,
I Heckler & Koch, pop shots, for my [Cali Niggas].
Deal niggas, then smoking fucking with my [Cali Niggas].
Leave them with faces,
red rag, pull it down so they know Jayceon,
riding Wilshire,
07 Charger, K&M Filter,
high burning it up for my [Cali Niggas].
My life real like it was by Hype Williams,
I started off with of stacking Benjamins to the ceiling.
The more banging, the more killing,
the drug dealing,
the cap peeling.
We all Niggaz]

Ya Boy

Ay, Frisco,
rode a 6-4,
they might ghost ride, ride,
but Ya Boy is low pro.
on the low though,
Black Tims, polo,
peekhole,
long 4-4.
Ya never got your dirty,
I'm outside the grams early,
life by the gram heard me.
a bird,
the curb.
And if I get put me in a cell with my [Cali Niggas].
On the block, busting with my Cali Niggas,
with them boys up in Watts, we all [Cali Niggas].
We run deep, hit and rally niggas,
Game, line them up, let me tally niggas.
makers,
call big guns, rumble makers,
let the thunderquake 'em introduce to the undertaker.
trees,
big sun the calm breeze,
you can call me one of the re, [Cali Niggas].

[Screwed]

Yes, Cali,
home of the Taylors, not Bally's,
far Vegas, but Sin City,
Abso, put me on it, in the air,
the vapors,
house parties, hungover through morning, see a [Cali Nigga]
You see I'm the murderous blocks,
Compton, California where rather get caught with your gun on you,
see as hot as a sauna,
and in the winter time, niggas don't walk out without kissing momma,
of a [Cali Nigga].
Hip-hop trying to take the of us [Cali Niggas].
Don't call them rappers, them as Bill O'Reilly niggas,
but we gon get and we kill em, address them as some Hally niggas.
never the more they say they ain't feeling these Niggas].
When was ditching class over these hoes man,
I was at Centennial catching over dice games.
That's one ago, 350 days,
350 ways, I the flow, a hot [Cali Nigga]
I am a good to work with,
destroy your or destroy these rap verses,
a bitch,
so I buy whatever she wants, and heaven can be my reimburstment.
Milk the game until I see a hundred roaming this earth surface,
at I was parched, but now I'm the thristiest,
dehydrated,
hungry, frustrated,
one of the greatest Niggas]

[Screwed]

Hey, Hey,
Hey, Hey,
I'm on the Wall Street a stock broker,
then I'm back to the hood where pop toasters,
nigga screaming war, they is not soldiers,
selling crack in the with my [Cali Niggas]
Look, I'm on everything moving,
this on my ain't a label it's a movement,
with caps, it's a nail in the coffin,
look, I shoot arms heroin addicts,
look, a hater get drastic,
you my son, kill me, you end up a bastard. ha
I got the going nuts,
bitches hitting me on myspace say want to suck him up,
you want What the fuck is up?
If so when we meet, I got heat for these Niggas].
When I spit, the will feel something,
why I stay on the block, I'm still hustling,
When you shit on the my shit pumping,
a like a mailbox, it's where the bills come in.
Me and Hurricane in an S5,
snatch a nigga up, take him for a drive,
tie the nigga up, show him how the ride,
South Central LA, I'm a Nigga]
Where the was born,
sure your vest is worn,
cause nigga's will split ya chest the Tec is drawn,
nigga's will split ya deck, then pull card,
try to act hard on the boulevard,
you it's me in the coupe when I'm speeding through,
the fiend's say I colt like a vehicle.
It's birds, a bitch, brick, and 4 Fif,
with them three, I take the whole strip,
no shit,
the skinny is no bitch,
know this, I'm so loyal to my [Cali

[Screwed]

Crusing through my hood to see good,
my block considered Row but we ain't never signed to Shug,
California, I got my in it,
disrespect, get ya shot, I'm bartending.
Me and we blood brothers with different pops,
he the of Compton, I'm from Harlem, Watts.
a dub,
a snub,
busting at any motherfucker who be with us.
is Watts, California, gutterville, U.S.A.,
gangbang capital, crackhouses, tape,
riding through the streets,
right under my seat,
chopper in the back of the trunk, who it with beef?
your soul from your flesh if you ever hate,
keep comments to yourself, watch your soul levitate,
South LA,
nigga it's the to be,
in my house, counting big is the place for me.
Blow dro, and ride G rides,
gangbanging and slanging, the whole nine,
Chuck Taylors, red strings, and suits,
& Milds, Chronic blunts, and Absolut,
Killa Kali, fuck scrapping we you fool,
the talk, bring your gat, we're blasting two's.
From the block to the I'm the realest,
Jay-Rock nigga and I do it for my [Cali

Topic {The Game}

Who the fuck want to snatch you me?
and I chase bitches nigga I chase after money,
hungry,
trying to eat my belly bust,
I'm Cali raised, slang, you smelling us?
It's life nigga,
I put it down I'm dropping the habit,
smoke an ounce and get up with bounce than a rabbit.
Got to it like a crack fiend,
counting big face hundreds my thumbs green.
Interested in major money and moves,
interfere and get em wet up a shower do,
how we do.
Street sweep you when we up on ya,
I represent West Covina, California.
Sixty-six hit licks than a tootsie roll,
give me a mic, a bad bitch, and I'm to go,
flow,
game like a eskimo,
T.K.O. dawg,
I they better let it go,
arsenal.
I heat it up, I like to flame a mic, {Topic up}
I can't Game, my to tight,
I'm out of like Haley's Comet,
throw up my set, boss' life, I'm sick and vomit,
bow down to the realest, pay your homage,
in the of 600's and mostly Chronic, haha, West.
And stay clutching, busting the trigger,
that shit, fuck around and get ride by us [Cali Niggas]

Ay, whose back in the on white walls,
big body, the same as Lysol,
hit the block up, if an turn the lights off,
and up on the fake ass nigga to turn his life off.
out!, Block out!,
busting, the bike fall,
I em about them self-self made niggas, we ain't like y'all.
We on other ish,
my goons will shit,
from my Piru niggas down to Eastside Crips.
I thug everyday's my last, ask Jesus,
he missed the beat of my heart, and won't neither,
a leader,
in the two-seater,
slide off to the spot, get bread, and my feet up.
I'm knocking down,
when I around,
better have a cheesey, everybody face down.
I the city, the home of the Lakers,
Inglewood, riding we paper chasing, a Cali Nigga.