Luyện nghe bài hát Crenshaw/80s and Cocaine

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

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 nigga, west side monster nigga
You know 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 that out of in you
My niggas eat late night, Mel's menu
You a shooter? Better have North Carolina in you
I had wolves at all kinds of
Dub's show I let the show
Shall I
niggas up like it was '05
Like Dre listened to my whole demo and cosigned
out your neck, get you buried 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, watch us them out the window
signs

Nip be where the be
Skeme be the Bloods be
Nigga, I'm the shit, give a fuck if niggas Cuz me
Say the wrong things wrong time, get a blood
Same color rag, laying where the subs be
Naw fuck nigga
I'll a prostitute to open the trunk and cut that nigga
I'll a couple crooked cops come and touch that nigga
Then get a in the pen to come and fuck that nigga
Life is crazy, yeah my is crazy
Don't let Calabasas you, I'll kill you baby
Bury you in my backyard, shit I'm sittin on five
You wanna go to war? I got the
Nigga wanna I got the taper
want to shoot? I got the laser
Any that want to fuck, I got a take it
And I put no tints 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 rolling
signs, watch us throw them out the window
Gang

Bullets through the windows and the walls
That's on the set, all my niggas on
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, blame 80s and
I want the rims nigga, and your chain
Don't me, blame 80s and cocaine

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