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 indo
Gang signs, watch us throw out the window
Gang

Parked at the light, a fuck about a bitch nigga
Only nigga 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, side monster nigga
You should by now, I fuck with all kinds of niggas
Big U and we going to see about that vagina in you
You don't bang huh? That's out of town in you
My niggas eat night, Mel's Diner menu
You a Better have that North Carolina in you
I had wolves at all kinds of
Dub's show I let the show
I continue?
Fucking up like it was '05
Dre just listened to my whole demo and cosigned
Talking out neck, get you buried in no time
I heard you niggas for me, Blood

You can me catch down Crenshaw (Crenshaw)
Is that a motherfucking (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 wrong things time, get a blood beef
Same color rag, still laying where the be
Naw that nigga
I'll have a prostitute to open the trunk and cut that
I'll have a couple cops come and touch that nigga
Then get a bully in the pen to and fuck that nigga
Life is crazy, yeah my is crazy
Don't let Calabasas fool you, 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 want to shoot? I got the
Any that want to fuck, I got a take it
And I don't put no tints on my
One strap, clip nigga!

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

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

Ay yo I wake up, put on chronic like makeup
Kush like and Meek, it's hard to breakup
38 tucked, take a piss and eat my
Six bitches at my table ass naked
I got bitches than Hugh Heff, niggaI 'm reckless
Iced out Playboy pendant hanging 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 in my impala with the top back
Where my Top at?
them days before you and Rock brought Watts back?
We was in Stevenson Village in front your crib
Leanin like a top hot, ordering burgers with everything
Cop my Glock fat nina Ross Akon black
Bullets pop up out of like State Farm BLAT!