Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.A. Niggas

Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in motherfucker
(West y'all)
Yeah, L.A.
L.A. niggas rule the world
Y'all gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?
Niggas wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?
But this shit all the way back around here
My nigga Dre, droppin' heat box on bitch-ass
Yaknahmsayin? You recognize
L.A. niggas, connected all the motherfucking world, nigga
Recognize this; peep

Now in my days I used to sport a rag
Backpack full of cans plus a mag
G'd up from the 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', fools up
Ditching my class, just to fuck yo' up
You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' up
But don't sleep, y'all niggas quick to you
Now there's another motherfucker with no
But Time Bomb smoother when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got em jumpin to the Hoover

I'm coming "Straight Compton" with a loose cannon
Smoke big green, call it Banner
Watch your manners, at last another blast from the top
way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
Picture this, Dr. Dre wit Tha Liks
And bought a fix
trip, it's a Time Bomb in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like a true
Weed and cocaine separate, check it
From sundown to sunup -- and run up
The be two in your gut, nigga what?

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

Gimme that mic fool, it's a coast jack move
They call me cause I spit like gats do
Cock me
caps for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, true
But I grew up where niggas you, harass you
Blast you, for set you claim (where you from?)
Mash on you for your chain, C.K. B.K
Blue'd up or flame, I ran wit a
I helped get, jacked for they Dana Dane's
My pants hang my waistline
I humble wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, Vince Carter from the baseline
waste my time
Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and fine-ass
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, six-fo's on

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

Five in the mornin', at my do'
Glock forty-five in my drawer
Let 'em come in BLAOW he see the thunder
with niggas, who buy fifths by the fo'
And by the case
SLAP YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre
Likwit Kings wit Sedans and rings
Haters fold the style, but can't no openings

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

In L.A

how we ride