Luyện nghe bài hát Some L.ANiggaz - Defari

Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this motherfucker, West y'all
Yeah, L.A. niggaz, L.A. niggaz the world nigga
niggaz gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin'?
Niggaz wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin'?
But this 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 world, nigga
Recognize

Now in my days I used to sport a rag
Backpack full of plus a four-four mag
G'd from the feet up, blued up the sewer's how I grew up
Lockin' smokin' and 'til we threw up
At Leimert Park, taggin', fools up
my class, just to fuck yo' school up
You don't wanna blast, tuck yo' tool up

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

I'm "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon
Smoke big green, it Bruce Banner
Watch your manners, at last another blast the top notch
way back with the pop rocks, I pop lock witcha
Picture this, Dr. Dre wit Tha Liks
And Hittman a fix
trip, it's a Time Bomb in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick

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

We roll deep, smoke on weed and pack heat
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 that mic fool, it's a 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, true
But I grew up where jack you, harass you
Blast you, for set you claim
on you for your Turkish chain, C.K. B.K.

Blued up or flame, I ran wit a
I niggaz get jacked for they Dana Dane's
My hang below my waistline
I look humble wanna
I bang though, like Vince Carter from the baseline, don't waste my
Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, and 9's
One-time's, sunshines, and fine-ass
Hawaiian Thai, drive-by, on switches

I was raised in the hood called
the brothers in the hood, refused to go Hollywood
Slugs for the of it
hatin' on us can suck a dick
If I catch you touchin' mine you catch a flatline, dead on the
Better than yours, drivin' gettin' head from a whore
AvireX-to-the-Z
Fuckin' me might get you banned 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 a pistol up to your face and blastin' yourself

Five in the mornin', at my do'
Glock forty-five in my dresser
Let 'em in, blaow, he see the thunder roll
with niggaz, who by fifths by the fo'
And bruise by the
Slap you in the with 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
Requirements for survival day, in L.A.
It stop, we still 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
how we ride
That's how we