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?
don't wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?
But this come all the way back around here
My nigga Dre, heat box on y'all bitch-ass
Yaknahmsayin? You recognize
L.A. niggas, all over the motherfucking world, nigga
Recognize this; game

Now in my younger days I used to a rag
Backpack of cans 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 Leimert Park, taggin', hittin' up
Ditching my class, just to fuck yo' up
You wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep, y'all niggas to shoot you
Now there's motherfucker with no future
But Time Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, like Cuba
Got em jumpin to the Hoover

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

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

Gimme that mic fool, a West coast jack move
They call me Hitt cause I spit like do
Cock me
caps for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's
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 niggas get, jacked for they Dane's
My pants below my waistline
I humble wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Carter from the baseline
Don't waste my
a scrap 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 WHAT-THE-DIF'
Where the brothers in the hood, to go Hollywood
for the fuck of it
Anybody on us can suck a dick
If I you touching mine you catch a flat-line, dead on the floor
Better than yours, driving gettin' head from a whore
It's
Fuckin' with me might get you banned 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 dresser
Let 'em come in BLAOW he see the roll
Roll with niggas, who buy by the fo'
And brew's by the
SLAP YOU in the face the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold
Haters fold the style, but find no openings

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

In L.A

That's how we