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 world
niggas gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?
Niggas don't wanna game, yaknahmsayin?
But this shit come all the way back here
My nigga Dre, droppin' heat box on y'all
You gotta recognize
L.A. niggas, connected all the motherfucking world, nigga
Recognize this; game

Now in my younger days I to sport a rag
Backpack full of cans plus a mag
G'd up the feet up
Blue'd up from the up's 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 to shoot you
Now another motherfucker with no future
But Time Bomb smoother when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got em Disciples to the Hoover

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

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

Gimme mic fool, it's a West coast jack move
They call me Hitt cause I spit like do
me back
Bust for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's
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
up or flame, I ran wit a gang
I helped get, jacked for they Dana Dane's
My pants hang my waistline
I look humble wanna (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Carter from the baseline
Don't my time
a scrap in killa Cali, AK's 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, refused to go
for the fuck of it
Anybody hatin' on us can suck a
If I catch you touching mine you catch a flat-line, dead on the
than yours, driving away gettin' head from a whore
It's
Fuckin' with me might get you banned TV
Cassette and CD it's all 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 a pistol up to your face and blastin' yourself

Five in the mornin', at my do'
Glock in my dresser 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 find no openings

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

In L.A

how we ride