Luyện nghe bài hát In Cali We Live Rowdy

What's
Mr. Shadow, my dog Fingaz you know
You know how we do it in Killa
We how we live
Check it, it

I was born and up in the ghetto
leave the scene till the bomb smoke settled
California, nothing but devils
Though we blue rags and carry prison credentials
Continentals, hit your bumper in the parking lot
I give my boys twenty G's for marking up your
pot, I don't stop banging
2320 is the that I'm claiming
Entertainment, make it soft
Motherfuckers the pavement in the worldwide engagement
Confrontation, defeat is what you're
Fool, it's Mr. Shadow with ammo, to blaze it
In case it out of hand
I'm that bald motherfucker that'll you like step-dad
You best have gangster in you
Ain't no stopping in homey, the saga continues

In
In California we rowdy
nothing but riders and bangers and slangers around
In we live rowdy
With nothing but riders and and slangers around

I'm unloading, provoking all you ass bitches
Now stay your ass behind and out of my business
What you sniffing, you could walk up
You best rocks or your ass'll get locked up
I'm unstoppable, stalker of your darkest
One Man Battalion, smoking weed potent powder
Straight out of Dago, believe I'm a married man
Not to my seora, and you're a buried man
I carry plans that make your mind
Leave a motherfucker in seeing double
A shots to let a fool know
pack a fucking weapon wherever you go
I'm in another state of mind, I'm surrounded by
In the 619 area we ain't giving a
Handcuffs homey down
I represent Wop Town, Amici Park, Downtown

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In

Hell no I surrender to any contender
Motherfuck my enemies, the goes on forever
a day in my hood and I put that on my last name
You're better off from the highest cascade
A self-made millionare from the one and
America's with nothing but riders around me
It's getting rowdy, motherfucker take time
Cough em back to let you know you stepped beyond my line
Tec 9 in my waistline, now feel the
Flashing in a '62, bouncing down the
Treat guppies a hoe-bag, I hope that
You don't press your luck, little bitch I hold back
Toe tags'll be a
For every single phony motherfucker to take mine
Your state line I cross, I'm the
your mouth and sit down ain't no finding what you lost, punk

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Everyday all day we live in Killa Cali
Mr. Shadow, Fingaz, Street
You
And I'm out