Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.A. Niggas

Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this
(West y'all)
Yeah, L.A.
L.A. rule the world nigga
Y'all niggas recognize, yaknahmsayin?
Niggas don't wanna game, yaknahmsayin?
But this shit come all the way around here
My nigga Dre, droppin' box on y'all bitch-ass
You gotta recognize
L.A. niggas, connected all the motherfucking world, nigga
Recognize this; game

Now in my younger days I used to a rag
Backpack full of cans a four-four mag
G'd up the feet up
Blue'd up the shoe up's how I grew up
Loc'n, smokin' and til we threw up (threw up)
At Leimert Park, taggin', hittin' up
Ditching my class, just to yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, nigga yo' tool up
But don't sleep, y'all quick to shoot you
Now there's another motherfucker with no
But Time Bomb much when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got em Disciples to the Hoover

I'm coming "Straight Outta Compton" a loose cannon
Smoke big green, call it Bruce
Watch manners, at last another blast from the top notch
From way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock
Picture this, Dr. Dre wit Tha Liks
And Hittman a fix
Don't trip, it's a Time Bomb in this
Here it tick tick tick tick
Wait a minute on, I tell it like a true mackadelic
and cocaine sold separate, check it
From sundown to -- clown and run up
The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga

We roll deep, smoke on weed and pack heat
Requirements for survival day in L.A.!
It stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops
Analyze why we act way in L.A.!

Gimme mic fool, it's a West coast jack move
They call me cause I spit like gats do
Cock me
Bust caps for my max crew, at
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, true
But I grew up niggas jack you, harass you
Blast you, for that set you (where you from?)
on you for your Turkish chain, C.K. B.K
Blue'd up or flame, I ran wit a
I helped niggas get, jacked for they Dana
My pants below my waistline
I humble wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I though, like Vince Carter from the baseline
Don't waste my
Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and fine-ass
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, on switches

I was in the hood called WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where the brothers in the hood, to go Hollywood
Slugs for the of it
Anybody hatin' on us can a dick
If I you touching mine you catch a flat-line, dead on the floor
Better than yours, driving away gettin' from a whore
It's
Fuckin' with me might get you from TV
Cassette and CD it's all mine the whole the right time
Multiply, we don't die, the don't lie
What, so neither do I, I'm bad for your
Like puttin' a pistol up to your and blastin' yourself

Five in the mornin', at my do'
Glock in my dresser drawer
Let 'em come in BLAOW he see the roll
Roll with niggas, who buy by the fo'
And brew's by the
YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit wit Sedans and gold rings
Haters fold the style, but can't no openings

We roll deep, smoke on weed and pack heat
Requirements for each day in L.A.!
It don't stop, we still in hot pursuit from the cops
Analyze why we act way in L.A.!

In L.A

That's how we