At the same time, the dilapidated Buick was speeding through the streets of Los Angeles.

"Hey, don't speed, do you know what the most positive police officers do? Catch speeding, because you can be fined, if you want to do big things, don't speed, don't attract attention. ”

Sinaloa sat in the passenger seat, nagging at the old black who was driving.

"Sorry, boss......"

The driver slowed down, "I was so excited, Ho!" That's AP! ”

"My brother, I told you a long time ago, but now I believe it, right?" Sinaloa was proud, "I'm from Los Angeles, and the stars of all the gangs in Los Angeles are not as popular as him." ”

"But he never said he was a Bobtail from Hell, and he even denied his relationship with GD."

An old gang member in the back seat complained.

"Hey! Don't say that about him! ”

Sinaloa was upset and thumped his chest, "Brothers have to put each other in their hearts, he respects me very much, didn't you see it just now?" I can see him if I want to see him, any time, no words! He was also poor, born on the street like us, didn't he watch his movies? He also started by stealing cars. Lowry promised me through his lawyer that he would do whatever he wanted to do in the future, and he would come over as soon as he was released from prison. ”

"Yay! Man, maybe when, I'll be able to show my face in their MV? ”

The driver sang Song Ah's Beautiful Girls, "Youre way too beautiful girl, Thats why itll never work, Youll have suicidal suicidal...... Wow, those chicks will all pounce when they see me. ”

"Don't worry, I'll say hello."

Sinaloa and the others twisted and sang along in their seats, too high.

"AP doesn't like little Lowry, boss."

After singing the song, the guy in the back row said, "Will they really reconcile?" Little Lowry stole his lyrics and released a song to disss him. ”

"Does the M-Fxxk always have to say this in front of me? Well!? Like to say this? ”

Sinaloa's face suddenly changed, and he turned his head to look at the back row viciously.

The inside of the car immediately fell silent.

"I'm sorry, boss, I won't say anything." His subordinates confessed and lowered their heads to avoid his gaze.

"So it's true that little Lori stole the lyrics?" The driver asked.

"That's in the past, okay? This is in the past! ”

Sinaloa let go of the man in the back row and yelled at the driver, "I heard them arguing outside the door back then, and Lori Jr. did steal his lyrics, but Lori Jr. is more of a gang brother than him, and neither of them is a bad guy anyway." OK！？ ”

"When I first joined us, I knew that I knew that he was very nice and had a way in Mexico."

The fourth person in the back row, who had not spoken, said to the driver: "AP is much worse at this point, he is always surrounded by those bodyguards, and we can only watch from a distance." ”

"yes, a lot of whitewigs, body armor, walkie-talkies......" the driver nodded, "I just stopped across the street and they came around, I thought it was the FBI." ”

"Haha, you weren't scared, were you?" Sinaloa laughed.

"How is that possible!? It's a bit ...... though. Uh, it's kind of ......" The driver was halfway through his sentence and admitted that it wasn't good, so he turned on the radio.

'Welcome, welcome Sugnet! MC Haer！ ’

The local radio DJ shouted from inside, 'Suge, I heard that there was a funny remark about the East Coast lately?' ’

'Well, I've said so much that I can't remember. Sugnett pretended to be stupid in front of the microphone, 'Can you remind me?' ’

The DJ had a bad laugh for a while, 'About a rap label producer on the East Coast. ’

'yes, I remember, that man...... Hahahaha! ’

Before he could say that, a few people on the radio began to laugh silly again.

“WTF？ What do they laugh at? Sinaloa was inexplicable, "Who is that person?" ”

"Sugnate just dissed the East Coast rap scene the other day." The driver from Los Angeles said, "It seems to be an allusion to the fact that Daddy likes to appear in the music videos of his singers." ”

"That's there...... Is there anything wrong? "Sinaloa still doesn't get it.

"I don't know." The driver shrugged.

You know, the record label owner should only do what the boss does, you know? Sugnette said: 'Forcing its singers to wear that disgusting mafia suit?' Still...... He also wore a white scarf and an old-fashioned top hat to sing street hip-hop, hahahaha......

He laughed breathlessly.

"What's wrong with this man?" Sinaloa's breathing became a little rapid, "Can't he explain everything completely?" ”

That kind of combination is what he sells in his trendy store. 'DJ arch fire.

'Yes! Bring the goods, bring the kind of goods that are so low that they explode......' Sugnette said: 'Guess what? I feel like he's going to make his debut. ’

He did have vocals on his albums. The DJ agreed, 'Haer, how do you feel?' His East Coast heavyweight newcomer, Biggie. ’

'Uh...... Not bad. ’

'Nice? ’

'yes, Flow is top ......'

MC Haer was quite on the move, and the two chatted about the new album he was going to release next year, and Sugnette interjected and shouted, 'Biggie, I admire, really.' If you don't like the record company boss in the song and MV, you can come to the West Coast, come to LA, here is me, there are death row records. ’

"Won't this guy M-Fxxk just say it clearly?" Sinaloa scratched at his body, and his seat was unstable.

"What's wrong, boss?" The little brother in the back row asked.

"I hate this guy who likes to say things that others don't understand, who the hell is M-Fxxk talking about!?" Sinaloa yelled into the radio.

"Braggart daddy, didn't I just say that?" The driver helped explain, "Biggie's boss is a braggart daddy." ”

"I didn't say it just now!" Sinaloa's face twisted in anger and roared in his ear.

"I said it......"

"Nope! No! Sinaloa pulled his pistol from his waist and unloaded it with a thud.

The driver held on to the steering wheel and looked at the road intently, sweating on his forehead.

'After talking about the East Coast, do you have anything to say about the Midwest rap scene?' Coon just sent a song that metaphorically criticized us. The conversation on the radio continued.

I'll talk to his boss. Sugnette replied.

'Wow, now that guy is rich, billionaire, studio owner, Ho! DJ sighed.

'Guess what?' I think he's a softass...... Did you see those sissy steps he did in the movies? ’

Sugnate started talking again, 'Coon, if the boss has any kind, he should have written the lyrics more clearly, not through something...... Sir...... Rap. He deliberately imitated Song Ya in dancing the stuttering of my life.

'Hahaha......' There was another laugh on the radio.

"Who is he talking about this time?" Sinaloa asked.

No one dared to answer, and he put the muzzle of his gun to the driver's temple.

"It's AP...... He's talking about AP! Top dog. "This time the driver's crotch was really wet.

"Isn't that familiar with every corner of Los Angeles?" Sinaloa asked coldly.

"Yes! I...... I've been driving a taxi in Los Angeles for two years! ”

"Take me to this station, do you know?"

The driver immediately turned the direction and changed the destination.

Soon, the car slowly stopped in an old street-facing building with an antenna.

"Is this Compton?" The subordinates in the back row were a little uneasy, "This seems to be the territory of the Blood Gang." ”

"Whatever, I'm going to kill the guy who insulted my brother on the radio." Sinaloa pulled out two UZI from under his seat and began to check the magazines.

"Sugnette is the boss of the Blood Gang here!" The driver looked at the three who were silently fiddling with the equipment, and couldn't help but open his mouth again.

This time Sinaloa ignored him, 'Thank you Suge and Haer for coming to my show, here's the commercial time!' The sound of a DJ came out of the radio.

About ten minutes later, some black men dressed in red appeared at the door of the building, hugged each other, and said goodbye.

"Which is Sugnet?" Sinaloa rolled down the window.

"The tallest and strongest one." Driver identification.

"Then what are you doing in a daze!?"

The driver stepped on the accelerator, and the car suddenly started and raced towards the group.

Da Da Da ...... Da Da Da ......

A few guns came out of the right window and swept at the group of people, whether they were alive or dead, and the other party was lying low in a few seconds, and the Buick disappeared directly into the night of Los Angeles.

“Ho！”

Driving all the way to the remote section of the road that felt safe, the driver stopped the car, "I have to be slow, I have to be slow, this time we can play big, really big ......"

'Bang! Another shot rang out, and the fire in the carriage was extinguished in a flash.

A man in the back of the row opened the driver's door, dragged a body down and dumped it on the side of the road, then got in and started the car again.