Luyện nghe bài hát Cali Niggaz

The Game

From
in Seminole Hospital nigga,
November 29,
On some G
My moms ain't or nothing
And I ain't cried nigga

The Game

I'm from Compton, the hub city,
I some thugs with me,
that'll set up shop and get rid of quickly,
Cutlass Supremes, on gold D's, puff sticky,
love to death and still bump Biggie.
to the west side,
where Tec's fly,
boys drive them S5's,
come smoke and get the high,
who the said the west died,
you dead, this the side,
I Heckler & Koch, pop shots, for my [Cali Niggas].
Deal niggas, then smoking aces fucking my [Cali Niggas].
Leave them poker faces,
red rag, pull it down so they know Jayceon,
riding Wilshire,
07 Charger, K&M Filter,
high speed burning it up for my Niggas].
My real like it was directed by Hype Williams,
I off with visions of stacking Benjamins to the ceiling.
The gang banging, the more killing,
the drug dealing,
the cap peeling.
We all Niggaz]

Ya Boy

Ay, Frisco,
rode a 6-4,
they might ghost ride, ride,
but Ya Boy is low pro.
on the low though,
Black Tims, polo,
peekhole,
long 4-4.
Ya never got hands dirty,
I'm with the grams early,
Puffing life by the heard me.
a bird,
the curb.
And if I get caught put me in a cell my [Cali Niggas].
On the block, shots with my Cali Niggas,
with them boys up in Watts, we all [Cali Niggas].
We run deep, hit Compton and niggas,
Hurricane Game, them up, let me tally niggas.
makers,
call big guns, rumble makers,
let the thunderquake 'em introduce to the undertaker.
trees,
big sun the calm breeze,
you can call me one of the re, realest Niggas].

[Screwed]

Yes, Cali,
home of the Taylors, not Bally's,
far Vegas, but Sin City,
Abso, put me on it, in the air,
the vapors,
house parties, hungover through morning, see thats a Nigga]
You see I'm from the blocks,
Compton, where you'd rather get caught with your gun on you,
see as hot as a sauna,
and in the winter time, don't walk out without kissing they momma,
life of a Nigga].
Hip-hop to take the life of us [Cali Niggas].
Don't call them rappers, address as Bill O'Reilly niggas,
but we gon get them and we em, address them as some Hally niggas.
never the more they say ain't feeling these [Cali Niggas].
When ya'll was ditching over these hoes man,
I was at Centennial catching over dice games.
That's one ago, 350 days,
350 ways, I switch the flow, a hot Nigga]
I am a dude to work with,
destroy your life or destroy rap verses,
a bitch,
so I buy whatever she wants, and heaven can be my reimburstment.
Milk the game until I see a hundred cows roaming earth surface,
at I was parched, but now I'm the thristiest,
dehydrated,
hungry, frustrated,
one of the greatest Niggas]

[Screwed]

Hey, Hey,
Hey, Hey,
I'm on the Wall Street like a broker,
then I'm back to the where they pop toasters,
Every nigga screaming war, is not soldiers,
selling crack in the hood with my Niggas]
Look, I'm shitting on moving,
this on my chain ain't a it's a movement,
fuck caps, it's a nail in the coffin,
look, I shoot arms like addicts,
look, a shit get drastic,
you my son, they me, you end up a bastard. ha
I got the internet nuts,
bitches hitting me on myspace say they to suck him up,
you want beef? the fuck is up?
If so when we meet, I got for these [Cali Niggas].
I spit, the realest will feel something,
that's why I stay on the block, I'm hustling,
When you shit on the my shit pumping,
a like a mailbox, it's where the bills come in.
Me and Hurricane in an S5,
snatch a nigga up, him for a test drive,
tie the nigga up, him how the west ride,
South Central LA, I'm a Nigga]
Where the was born,
make sure your is worn,
nigga's will split ya chest when the Tec is drawn,
nigga's split ya deck, then pull your card,
just try to act on the boulevard,
you know it's me in the coupe I'm speeding through,
the fiend's say I colt like a vehicle.
It's birds, a bitch, brick, and 4 Fif,
with them three, I take the whole strip,
no shit,
the nigga is no bitch,
know this, I'm so to my [Cali Niggas]

[Screwed]

Crusing through my hood to see good,
my considered Death Row but we ain't never signed to Shug,
California, I got my in it,
disrespect, get ya shot, I'm bartending.
Me and Game we blood with different pops,
he the of Compton, I'm from Harlem, Watts.
a dub,
a snub,
busting at any who be fucking with us.
is Watts, California, gutterville, U.S.A.,
gangbang capital, crackhouses, tape,
riding the city streets,
cannon right my seat,
chopper in the back of the trunk, who it with beef?
Seperate your soul from your if you ever hate,
your comments to yourself, watch your soul levitate,
South LA,
it's the place to be,
in my house, big money is the place for me.
good dro, and ride G rides,
gangbanging and slanging, the whole nine,
Chuck Taylors, red strings, and suits,
& Milds, Chronic blunts, and Absolut,
Killa Kali, fuck we clap you fool,
the talk, bring your gat, we're blasting two's.
From the block to the I'm the realest,
Jay-Rock and I do it for my [Cali Niggas]

Topic {The Game}

Who the fuck to snatch you from me?
and I don't chase nigga I chase after money,
hungry,
trying to eat till my bust,
I'm Cali raised, slang, you smelling us?
It's boss' nigga,
I put it down like I'm the habit,
smoke an ounce and get up with more bounce a rabbit.
Got to have it like a fiend,
counting big face hundreds my thumbs green.
Interested in major money and moves,
and get em wet up like a shower do,
how we do.
Street sweep you we ride up on ya,
I represent West Covina, California.
Sixty-six hit more than a tootsie roll,
me a mic, a bad bitch, and I'm good to go,
flow,
game like a eskimo,
T.K.O. dawg,
I they better let it go,
arsenal.
I heat it up, I like to a mic, {Topic loosen up}
I can't Game, my to tight,
I'm out of sight Haley's Comet,
throw up my set, life, like I'm sick and vomit,
bow to the realest, nigga pay your homage,
in the of 600's and mostly Chronic, haha, West.
And stay clutching, busting the trigger,
talk that shit, fuck and get ride by us [Cali Niggas]

Ay, whose back in the 'Lac on walls,
big body, the same as Lysol,
hit the block up, if an enemy the lights off,
and pull up on the ass nigga to turn his life off.
Block out!, out!,
busting, watch the fall,
I told em about them self-self made niggas, we ain't y'all.
We on some ish,
my goons will shit,
from my niggas down to them Eastside Crips.
I like everyday's my last, ask Jesus,
he never missed the of my heart, and won't neither,
a leader,
in the two-seater,
off to the spot, get bread, and kick my feet up.
I'm doors down,
when I around,
better have a cheesey, everybody face down.
I the city, the home of the Lakers,
Inglewood, riding authentic we paper chasing, a Nigga.