Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.a. Niggaz

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

Now in my days I used to sport a rag
Backpack full of plus a four-four mag
G'd up from the up
Blue'd up the shoe up's how I grew up
Loc'n, smokin' and drinkin' til we up (threw up)
At Leimert Park, taggin', fools up
Ditching my class, just to fuck yo' up
You don't wanna blast, tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep, y'all quick to shoot you
Now another motherfucker with no future
But Time Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, like Cuba
Got em jumpin Disciples to the

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

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and 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.!

Gimme that mic fool, a West coast jack move
They call me Hitt cause I spit gats do
me back
Bust for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to Air Max shoes, that's true
But I grew up where niggas jack you, you
Blast you, for that set you (where you from?)
Mash on you for Turkish 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 below my waistline
I look humble rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Vince from the baseline
Don't my time
Fuck a in killa Cali, AK's and 9's
One-time's, sun-shines, and bitches
Hawaiian Thai, drive-bys, on switches

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

Five in the mornin', at my do'
Glock forty-five in my drawer
Let 'em come in BLAOW he see the roll
with niggas, who buy fifths by the fo'
And brew's by the
YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
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 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