Luyện nghe bài hát Crenshaw/80s and Cocaine

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

Parked at the light, give a fuck about a nigga
Only nigga worth six figures still click triggers
On my way to LAX, fuck the
Riding South Central in the 'Wood like I should
But I'm a Compton nigga, side monster nigga
You should know by now, I fuck all kinds of niggas
Call Big U and we going to see about vagina in you
You bang huh? That's that out of town in you
My eat late night, Mel's Diner menu
You a Better have that North Carolina in you
I had wolves at all of venues
Dub's show I let the show
I continue?
Fucking 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 rolling down Crenshaw (Crenshaw)
Is a motherfucking Impala? (Bitch Yeah)
Magazine on my lap, I'm rolling
Gang signs, watch us them out the window
Gang

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

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

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

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