Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.a. Niggaz

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

Now in my younger days I to sport a rag
Backpack full of plus a four-four mag
G'd up the feet up
Blue'd up from the shoe how I grew 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 another motherfucker no future
But Time Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, like Cuba
Got em jumpin to the Hoover

I'm coming "Straight Compton" with a loose cannon
big green, call it Bruce Banner
Watch manners, at last 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 Bomb in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick {*BOOM*}
Wait a minute it's on, I tell it like a true
and cocaine sold separate, check it
From to sunup -- clown and run up
The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, what?

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

that mic fool, it's a West coast jack move
They call me Hitt I spit like gats do
me back
Bust for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to Air Max shoes, that's true
But I grew up niggas jack you, harass you
you, for that set you claim (where you from?)
Mash on you for Turkish chain, C.K. B.K
Blue'd up or flame, I ran wit a
I helped niggas get, for they Dana Dane's
My pants below my waistline
I look humble wanna (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Carter from the baseline
Don't waste my
Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, 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 hatin' on us can 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
It's
with me might get you banned from TV
Cassette and CD it's all mine the nine the right time
Multiply, we don't die, the don't lie
What, so do I, I'm bad for your health
Like puttin' a pistol up to your face and blastin'

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

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

In L.A

That's how we