Luyện nghe bài hát LA Leakers

You are now in, the lens zoomed in
The recording, my Concord Jordans
Move from the to the Trues to the Gucci belt
The COB shirt, it move to the dude who the face of the West Coast
go get 'em
Face of the West
go get 'em
Face of the Coast
go get 'em
Face of the West
go get 'em

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L.A. Leakers, Justin
SourMILK, let me show you how I'm
I off of van meese full of loud noises
I hit the B.E.T. Cypher
Had to show the how wild them Southern Cal boys is
Had to give in the underground voices
Then we dropped "The Illest", ghetto hook with B.I
I had to murder the remix with Yelawolf and T.I
Slaughterhouse is hot as hell, on that same ol'
But I'm like Samo, before you knew him as
Basquiat; what I'm trying to say
Is that I'm still on the streets it
Walking with my gun
I'm so at peace it
Please get it correct, Crooked's a with it
Flying off the turnbuckle, have you crying uncle like you and niece did it
Uh; show me a who's sicker than incest
Beats get fucked royally like sticking a in a princess
Would say I'm pushing like a nigga who fixing to bench-press
But that older than Oprah, I told y'all I been fresh
Yeah, I off
You slept on me, dozed off
I get it jumping in this like a pole vault
Plus my dough talk like I'm the of Roc Nation
Because I'm a cold
On the Leaker
Don't play for seven days and watch 'em say
Shit was all just a week ago

God of the West
Know the flow
When signed to Shady/Aftermath
And to be on Death Row