Luyện nghe bài hát Crenshaw/80s and Cocaine

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

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

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

Nip be the Crips be
Skeme be where the be
Nigga, I'm with the shit, a fuck if niggas Cuz me
Say the wrong things wrong time, get a blood
Same color rag, still laying 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 bully in the pen to come and that nigga
Life is crazy, my life is crazy
Don't let Calabasas you, I'll kill you baby
you in my backyard, shit I'm sittin on five acres
You wanna go to war? I got the
wanna fade? I got the taper
Nigga to shoot? I got the laser
Any bitch that want to fuck, I got a it
And I put no tints on my whip
One strap, full nigga!

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

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

Ay yo I wake up, put on chronic like bitches
Kush like Nicki and Meek, it's hard to
38 tucked, take a piss and eat my
Six bitches at my table ass naked
I got more bitches than Hugh Heff, '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'
that whip work, chop that, sell it out, we cop that
On Wimbleton and Brazil in my impala the top back
Where my Top at?
Remember them days before you and Rock brought Watts
We was in Village in front your crib nigga
Leanin like a top hot, Tommy burgers with everything
Cop back my fat nina Ross Akon black
Bullets pop up out of like State Farm BLAT!