Luyện nghe bài hát Crenshaw/80s and Cocaine

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

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

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

Nip be the Crips be
be where the Bloods be
Nigga, I'm the shit, give a fuck if niggas Cuz me
Say the wrong things time, get a blood beef
Same color rag, still where the subs 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 touch nigga
Then get a in the pen to come and fuck that nigga
Life is crazy, my life is crazy
Don't let Calabasas fool you, I'll you baby
Bury you in my backyard, shit I'm sittin on five
You wanna go to war? I got the
Nigga fade? I got the taper
Nigga to shoot? I got the laser
Any bitch that to fuck, I got a take it
And I don't put no on my whip
One strap, full 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 throw them out the
signs

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

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