Luyện nghe bài hát Crenshaw/80s and Cocaine

You can me catch 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

Parked at the light, give a about a bitch nigga
Only nigga worth six figures 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
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 night, Mel's Diner menu
You a Better have that North Carolina in you
I had wolves at all kinds of
show I let the snub show
Shall I
niggas up like it was '05
Like Dre just listened to my demo and cosigned
Talking out your neck, get you in no time
I heard you niggas looking for me,

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

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

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

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

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