Luyện nghe bài hát Crenshaw/80s and Cocaine

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

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

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

Nip be where the be
be where the Bloods be
Nigga, I'm with the shit, a fuck if niggas Cuz me
Say the wrong things time, get a blood beef
Same color rag, still laying where the be
Naw fuck nigga
have a prostitute 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 that
is crazy, yeah 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 go to war? I got the paper
Nigga fade? I got the taper
want 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, us throw them out the window
signs

Bullets coming through the windows and the
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 rims nigga, and your chain
Don't blame me, blame 80s and
I the rims nigga, and your gold chain
Don't blame me, 80s and cocaine

Ay yo I wake up, put on chronic bitches makeup
Kush like Nicki and Meek, hard to breakup
38 tucked, a piss and eat my breakfast
Six bitches at my table ass naked
I got more than Hugh Heff, niggaI 'm reckless
Iced out Playboy pendant hanging my necklace
Used to take a chop that bitch up in sections
Pack it in the car like its Mexican no
It's whip work, chop that, sell 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 Stevenson Village in your crib nigga
Leanin like a top hot, ordering burgers with everything
Cop back my fat nina Ross Akon black
Bullets pop up out of like State Farm BLAT!