Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.A. Niggaz

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

Now in my younger days I to sport 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, and drinkin' til we threw up (threw up)
At Leimert Park, taggin', fools up
Ditching my class, just to fuck yo' up
You don't wanna blast, nigga yo' tool up
But don't sleep, y'all quick to shoot you
Now there's another motherfucker no future
But Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got em Disciples to the Hoover

I'm coming "Straight Compton" with a loose cannon
Smoke big green, call it Banner
Watch your manners, at last another blast 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 in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick tick
Wait a minute on, I tell it like a true mackadelic
Weed and cocaine separate, check it
sundown to sunup -- clown and run up
The Aftermath'll be two in gut, nigga what?

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

Gimme mic fool, it's a West coast jack move
They call me Hitt cause I like gats do
Cock me
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
you, for that set you claim (where you from?)
Mash on you for Turkish chain, C.K. B.K
up or flame, I ran wit a gang
I niggas get, jacked for they Dana Dane's
My hang below my waistline
I look humble rumble? (yeah yeah)
I bang though, like Vince Carter from the
waste my time
Fuck a scrap in 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, to go Hollywood
Slugs for the of it
hatin' on us can suck a dick
If I you touching mine you catch a flat-line, dead on the floor
Better than yours, driving away head from a whore
It's
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 your
Like puttin' a pistol up to face and blastin' yourself

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

We deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat
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