Luyện nghe bài hát Crenshaw/80s and Cocaine

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

Parked at the light, a fuck about a bitch nigga
Only nigga worth six figures that click triggers
On my way to LAX, the freeway
Riding South Central 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 That's that out of town in you
My niggas eat late night, Mel's menu
You a shooter? have that North Carolina in you
I had wolves at all of venues
Dub's show I let the show
Shall I
Fucking up like it was '05
Like Dre just listened to my whole demo and
out your neck, get you buried in no time
I heard you niggas for me, Blood

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

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 rag, still laying where the subs be
Naw fuck that
I'll a prostitute to open the trunk and cut that nigga
have a couple crooked cops come and touch that nigga
Then get a bully in the pen to come and fuck nigga
is crazy, yeah my life is crazy
Don't let Calabasas you, I'll kill you baby
Bury you in my backyard, I'm sittin on five acres
You wanna go to I got the paper
Nigga wanna fade? I got the
Nigga want to I got the laser
Any bitch that want to fuck, I got a it
And I don't put no tints on my
One strap, clip nigga!

You can me catch rolling down (Crenshaw)
Is that a Impala? (Bitch Yeah)
on my lap, I'm rolling indo
Gang signs, watch us throw 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 them
Menace to society, I'm like Lorenz
I want the nigga, and your gold chain
Don't me, blame 80s and cocaine
I want the rims nigga, and your chain
Don't blame me, blame 80s and

Ay yo I wake up, put on chronic bitches makeup
Kush like Nicki and Meek, it's hard to
38 tucked, take a and eat my breakfast
Six bitches at my kitchen ass naked
I got more bitches Hugh Heff, niggaI 'm reckless
Iced out pendant hanging from my necklace
Used to take a brick chop that up in sections
Pack it in the car like its no flexin'
It's that work, chop 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 Village in your crib nigga
Leanin like a top hot, Tommy burgers with everything
Cop back my Glock fat Ross Akon black
Bullets pop up out of nowhere like State BLAT!