Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.A. Niggas

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

Now in my younger days I used to a rag
Backpack full of cans plus a mag
G'd up the feet up
Blue'd up from the shoe up's how I up
Loc'n, smokin' and til we threw up (threw up)
At Park, taggin', hittin' fools up
my class, just to fuck yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' up
But don't sleep, y'all niggas quick to you
Now there's motherfucker with no future
But Time Bomb smoother when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got em jumpin to the Hoover

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

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

Gimme that mic fool, it's a coast jack move
They call me Hitt cause I spit like do
me back
Bust caps for my max crew, at
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's
But I grew up where niggas jack you, you
Blast you, for set you claim (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 Dana Dane's
My hang below my waistline
I look wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Carter from the baseline
Don't my time
Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and bitches
Thai, drive-bys, six-fo's on switches

I was raised in the hood called
Where the brothers in the hood, to go Hollywood
for the fuck of it
Anybody hatin' on us can a dick
If I catch you touching mine you a flat-line, dead on the floor
Better than yours, driving away gettin' head from a
AvireX-to-the-Z
Fuckin' me might get you banned from TV
and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time
Multiply, we don't die, the streets lie
What, so do I, I'm bad for your health
Like puttin' a pistol up to your and blastin' yourself

in the mornin', burglars at my do'
Glock in my dresser drawer
Let 'em in BLAOW he see the thunder roll
Roll with niggas, who buy by the fo'
And by the case
YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold
Haters fold the style, but find no openings

We roll deep, on weed drink and pack heat
Requirements for survival day in L.A.!
It don't stop, we mash in hot pursuit from the cops
why we act this way in L.A.!

In L.A

That's how we