Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.ANiggaz - Defari

Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in motherfucker, West West y'all
Yeah, L.A. niggaz, L.A. rule the world nigga
niggaz gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin'?
Niggaz wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin'?
But shit come all the way back around here
My nigga Dre, droppin' heat box on bitch-ass
Yaknahmsayin'? You gotta
L.A. niggaz, connected all over the motherfuckin' world,
this

Now in my younger days I to sport a rag
Backpack of cans plus a four-four mag
G'd from the up, blued up from the sewer's how I grew up
Lockin' smokin' and drinkin we threw up
At Leimert Park, taggin', fools up
Ditchin my class, just to fuck yo' up
You wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up

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

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

a minute it's on, I tell it like a true mackadelic
Weed and cocaine separate, check it
From sundown to sunup, clown 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 mash in hot pursuit the cops
Analyze why we act way, in L.A.

Gimme mic fool, it's a West coast jack move
They me Hitt, 'cause I spit like gats do
Cock me
caps for my max crew, at Fairfax
Who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's
But I grew up niggaz jack you, harass you
Blast you, for that set you
Mash on you for Turkish chain, C.K. B.K.

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

I was raised in the hood What-The-Dif'
Where the in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
for the fuck of it
Anybody hatin' on us can a dick
If I catch you touchin' you catch a flatline, dead on the floor
Better than yours, drivin' away gettin' head 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 don't 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 forty-five in my drawer
Let 'em come in, blaow, he see the thunder
Roll niggaz, who by 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 can't no openings

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

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