Luyện nghe bài hát Crenshaw/80s and Cocaine

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

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

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

Nip be where the be
Skeme be the Bloods be
Nigga, I'm with the shit, give a if niggas Cuz me
Say the wrong things wrong time, get a blood
color rag, still laying where the subs be
Naw fuck nigga
I'll have a prostitute to the trunk and cut that nigga
I'll have a couple crooked cops come and that nigga
Then get a in the pen to come and fuck that nigga
Life is crazy, my life is crazy
Don't let fool you, I'll kill you baby
Bury you in my backyard, shit I'm sittin on acres
You go to war? I got the paper
wanna fade? I got the taper
Nigga want to shoot? I got the
Any bitch that want to fuck, I got a it
And I don't put no on my whip
One strap, clip nigga!

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

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

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