Luyện nghe bài hát Crenshaw/80s and Cocaine

You can me catch rolling Crenshaw (Crenshaw)
Is that a Impala? (Bitch Yeah)
Magazine on my lap, I'm rolling
Gang signs, watch us throw out the window
Gang

Parked at the light, give a fuck about a nigga
Only nigga worth six figures still click triggers
On my way to LAX, the freeway
Riding through South Central in the 'Wood like I
But I'm a Compton nigga, west monster nigga
You know by now, I fuck with all kinds of niggas
Big U and we going to see about that vagina in you
You don't bang huh? That's that out of in you
My niggas eat late night, Mel's menu
You a shooter? Better have that North in you
I had at all kinds of venues
Dub's show I let the snub
Shall I
Fucking up like it was '05
Like Dre just listened to my demo and cosigned
Talking out neck, get you buried in no time
I you niggas looking for me, Blood

You can me catch rolling Crenshaw (Crenshaw)
Is that a Impala? (Bitch Yeah)
Magazine on my lap, I'm indo
signs, watch us throw them out the window
Gang

Nip be the Crips be
Skeme be where the be
Nigga, I'm with the shit, give a fuck if Cuz me
Say the wrong things wrong time, get a beef
Same color rag, still laying where the be
Naw fuck that
I'll a prostitute to open the trunk and cut that nigga
I'll have a couple crooked come and touch that nigga
Then get a bully in the pen to and fuck that nigga
Life is crazy, my life is crazy
Don't let Calabasas you, I'll kill you baby
Bury you in my backyard, I'm sittin on five acres
You wanna go to war? I got the
Nigga wanna I got the taper
Nigga to shoot? I got the laser
Any bitch want to fuck, I got a take it
And I don't put no tints on my
One strap, clip nigga!

You can me rolling down Crenshaw (Crenshaw)
Is that a Impala? (Bitch Yeah)
Magazine on my lap, I'm indo
Gang signs, watch us them out the window
signs

Bullets coming through the and the walls
That's on the set, all my niggas on
pray for me, pray for them niggas
Menace to society, I'm like nigga
I want the rims nigga, and your chain
blame me, blame 80s and cocaine
I want the rims nigga, and your gold
Don't me, blame 80s and cocaine

Ay yo I wake up, put on like bitches makeup
Kush like Nicki and Meek, it's to breakup
38 tucked, take a and eat my breakfast
Six at my kitchen table ass naked
I got more bitches than Hugh Heff, 'm reckless
Iced out pendant hanging from my necklace
Used to take a chop that bitch up in sections
Pack it in the car like its Mexican no
that whip work, chop that, sell it out, we cop that
On Wimbleton and in my impala with the top back
my nigga Top at?
Remember them days before you and Rock brought Watts
We was in Stevenson Village in front your nigga
Leanin like a top hot, ordering Tommy burgers with
Cop back my Glock fat nina Ross black
Bullets pop up out of like State Farm BLAT!