Luyện nghe bài hát Cellphone

I remember days on Crenshaw, a nigga Beamer
Hit the hood, his rims off
Then hit that block, let him that Pac
That shit stop
Soo woo, new coupe, through the west
New Benz, top down, new rims, new throwin' up P's, whoo whoop

niggas ain't never gon' be the same
It's in my blood, you see my
You see my tats, you my pain
You in my You from a gang
You got 2 seconds to answer where you from, or you see your brains
Now that you I see your change

Nigga we got canals, shelves, niggas that tried, niggas died
Niggas that fell well, off in their jail
Shit, we got niggas full clips
That'll dip you set and disappear like "Hell Rell"
No like the peace price
Get caught up in the of the street at the light, you fuckin' bean pie
Middle of your forehead nigga, where the beam lie
(You be ok) Cause I done God

sellin' crack, Dre sellin' headphones
2Pac in heaven, bumpin' "Dead Wrong"
Cherry red Impala, Bobble red bone
I just killed a on my cellphone
Puff sellin' vodka, weed got my head
G-Man in heaven, name on headstone
LJ in prison, and my nigga Legs
I just killed a on my cellphone
Stop

Playin' chronic, blazin' chronic with the tinted
Cause those don't cut the checks, the ones in yo' business
Rappers sendin' threats but still ain't sent no killers
You take a away squeeze myself, can't depend on niggas
Shit on niggas check the urinal and see
That I be droppin' and you should take 'em like a jewel thief
Wolves is what I use to eat my fuckin' pray up with
Used to make the yayo flip now told me to lay your hits
Teamed up, toured the US to let the name ring
Goin' home to fuck up, I did the King James thing
and lobster with the gentleman, sit with a gangster posture
Blowin' all these bands fans, screamin' like it's Frank
Made it out the South Bay village homies I prosper
But I don't owe you niggas shit, I'm supposed to thank my
Only chase for commas, got 'em in now the Llama
than a blazin' comet, fuckin' south central moth

Niggas sellin' crack, Dre headphones
2Pac in heaven, bumpin' "Dead Wrong"
Cherry red Impala, Bobble head red
I just a nigga on my cellphone
Puff sellin' vodka, weed got my gone
G-Man in heaven, name on headstone
LJ in prison, and my Legs gone
I just killed a nigga on my
Stop