Luyện nghe bài hát Crenshaw/80s and Cocaine

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

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

You can me catch down Crenshaw (Crenshaw)
Is that a motherfucking (Bitch Yeah)
Magazine on my lap, I'm indo
Gang signs, watch us 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 color rag, still laying where the be
Naw that nigga
I'll have a prostitute to the trunk and cut that nigga
I'll have a couple crooked cops come and that nigga
Then get a bully in the pen to come and that nigga
is crazy, yeah my life is crazy
Don't let Calabasas fool you, kill you baby
Bury you in my backyard, shit I'm sittin on acres
You wanna go to war? I got the
wanna fade? I got the taper
Nigga want to I got the laser
Any that want to fuck, I got a take it
And I don't put no on my whip
One strap, clip nigga!

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

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

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