Luyện nghe bài hát Crenshaw/80s and Cocaine

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

Parked at the light, give a fuck about a bitch
Only nigga worth six figures 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, side monster nigga
You should know by now, I fuck with all of niggas
Call Big U and we to see about that 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? have that North Carolina in you
I had at all kinds of venues
Dub's show I let the show
I continue?
Fucking up like it was '05
Like Dre just listened to my demo and cosigned
Talking out your neck, get you buried in no
I heard you niggas for me, Blood

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

Nip be the Crips be
be where the Bloods 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, laying where the subs be
Naw that nigga
have a prostitute to open the trunk and cut that nigga
I'll have a couple crooked come and touch that nigga
get a bully in the pen to come and fuck that nigga
Life is crazy, yeah my is crazy
Don't let fool you, I'll kill you baby
you in my backyard, shit I'm sittin on five acres
You wanna go to I got the paper
Nigga wanna I got the taper
Nigga to shoot? 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, full nigga!

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
Gang

Bullets through the windows and the walls
That's on the set, all my on call
Don't pray for me, pray for 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 rims nigga, and gold chain
Don't 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 kitchen table ass
I got bitches than Hugh 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 its Mexican no flexin'
It's that whip work, chop that, sell it out, we cop
On Wimbleton and Brazil in my impala with the top
my nigga Top at?
Remember them before you and Rock brought Watts back?
We was in Village in front your crib nigga
Leanin like a top hot, Tommy burgers with everything
Cop back my Glock fat nina Ross Akon
Bullets pop up out of nowhere like State BLAT!