Luyện nghe bài hát Crenshaw/80s and Cocaine

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

Parked at the light, a fuck about a bitch nigga
nigga worth six figures that still click triggers
On my way to LAX, the freeway
Riding through South in the 'Wood like I should
But I'm a Compton nigga, west monster nigga
You should by now, I fuck with all kinds of niggas
Call Big U and we going to see about vagina in you
You don't bang huh? 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 kinds of
show I let the snub show
Shall I
Fucking niggas up it was '05
Like Dre just listened to my whole and cosigned
Talking out your neck, get you buried in no
I you niggas looking for me, Blood

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

Nip be where the be
Skeme be where the be
Nigga, I'm with the shit, give a fuck if Cuz me
Say the things wrong time, get a blood beef
Same rag, still laying where the subs be
Naw fuck that
I'll have a prostitute to open the trunk and cut nigga
I'll have a couple crooked cops come and touch nigga
get a bully in the pen to come and fuck that nigga
Life is crazy, yeah my is crazy
Don't let Calabasas fool you, I'll kill you
Bury you in my backyard, shit I'm on five acres
You wanna go to war? I got the
Nigga 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 on my whip
One strap, clip nigga!

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

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

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