Luyện nghe bài hát Crenshaw/80s and Cocaine

You can me catch rolling down (Crenshaw)
Is a motherfucking 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 about a bitch 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 monster nigga
You should know by now, I fuck with all of niggas
Call Big U and we going to see about that in you
You bang huh? That's that out of town in you
My niggas eat night, Mel's Diner menu
You a shooter? Better have North Carolina in you
I had wolves at all 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
out your neck, get you buried in no time
I heard you niggas for me, Blood

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

Nip be the Crips be
be where the Bloods be
Nigga, I'm with the shit, give a if niggas Cuz me
Say the wrong things wrong time, get a blood
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 and touch that nigga
Then get a bully in the pen to come and fuck nigga
Life is crazy, my life is crazy
Don't let Calabasas fool you, kill you baby
Bury you in my backyard, shit I'm on five acres
You wanna go to war? I got the
Nigga wanna fade? I got the
Nigga to shoot? I got the laser
Any bitch that to fuck, I got a take it
And I don't put no tints on my
One strap, clip nigga!

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

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

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