Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.ANiggaz - Defari

Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this motherfucker, West West
Yeah, L.A. niggaz, L.A. niggaz the world nigga
Y'all niggaz recognize, yaknahmsayin'?
Niggaz don't wanna peep game,
But this shit come all the way back here
My nigga Dre, droppin' heat box on y'all
You gotta recognize
L.A. niggaz, connected all over the motherfuckin' world,
this

Now in my younger days I to sport a rag
full of cans plus a four-four mag
G'd from the feet up, blued up the sewer's how I grew up
Lockin' smokin' and drinkin 'til we up
At Park, taggin', hittin' fools up
Ditchin my class, just to fuck yo' up
You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' up

But don't sleep, y'all quick to shoot you
Now there's another motherfucker no future
But Time Bomb smoother when I maneuver, dope like Cuba
Got 'em

I'm comin' "Straight Outta Compton" a loose cannon
Smoke big green, it Bruce Banner
Watch your manners, at another blast from the top notch
From way with the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
Picture this, Dr. Dre twistin' wit Tha
And Hittman a fix
Don't trip, a Time Bomb in this bitch
it tick tick tick tick

Wait a it's on, I tell it like a true mackadelic
and cocaine sold separate, check it
From to sunup, clown done run up
The aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga

We deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat
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, it's a West jack move
call me Hitt, 'cause I spit like gats do
Cock me
caps for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who to wear Air Max shoes, that's true
But I grew up where niggaz jack you, you
Blast you, for that set you
Mash on you for your chain, C.K. B.K.

up or flame, I ran wit a gang
I helped niggaz get jacked for they Dane's
My pants below my waistline
I look wanna rumble?
I bang though, like Carter from the baseline, don't waste my time
Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, and 9's
One-time's, sunshines, and fine-ass
Thai, drive-by, six-fo's on switches

I was raised in the called What-The-Dif'
Where the brothers in the hood, to go Hollywood
for the fuck of it
Anybody hatin' on us can suck a
If I catch you touchin' mine you a flatline, dead on the floor
Better than yours, away gettin' head from a whore
It's
Fuckin' with me might get you from TV

Cassette and CD all mine the whole nine the right time
Multiply, we don't die, the streets lie
What, so neither do I, I'm bad for health
Like puttin' a pistol up to your face and yourself

in the mornin', burglars at my do'
Glock in my dresser drawer
Let 'em in, blaow, he see the thunder roll
Roll niggaz, who by fifths by the fo'
And by the case
Slap you in the face the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit wit Sedans and gold rings
Haters fold the style, but can't find no

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack
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., in L.A.

That's how we
how we ride
That's how we
how we ride