Luyện nghe bài hát Crenshaw/80s and Cocaine

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

Parked at the light, give a fuck a bitch nigga
nigga worth six figures that still click triggers
On my way to LAX, the freeway
Riding through South Central in the 'Wood like I
But I'm a Compton nigga, side monster nigga
You should know by now, I fuck all kinds of niggas
Call Big U and we to see about that vagina in you
You don't bang That's that out of town in you
My niggas eat night, Mel's Diner menu
You a shooter? have that North Carolina in you
I had at all kinds of venues
show I let the snub show
Shall I
niggas up like it was '05
Like Dre just 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)
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 with the shit, a fuck if niggas Cuz me
Say the wrong things wrong time, get a blood
Same color rag, still where the subs be
Naw that nigga
have a prostitute to open the trunk and cut that nigga
I'll have a couple crooked come and touch 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 you, I'll kill you baby
Bury you in my backyard, I'm sittin on five acres
You wanna go to war? I got the
wanna fade? I got the taper
Nigga want to 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 rolling down Crenshaw (Crenshaw)
Is that a Impala? (Bitch Yeah)
on my lap, I'm rolling indo
Gang signs, watch us them out the window
signs

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

Ay yo I wake up, put on chronic like bitches
Kush like Nicki and Meek, it's hard to
38 tucked, take a and eat my breakfast
Six at my kitchen table ass naked
I got more bitches than Heff, niggaI 'm reckless
Iced out Playboy pendant hanging my necklace
Used to take a brick chop that 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 Brazil in my impala with the top
my nigga Top at?
Remember them days you and Rock brought Watts back?
We was in Village in front your crib nigga
like a top hot, ordering Tommy burgers with everything
Cop my Glock fat nina Ross Akon black
Bullets pop up out of like State Farm BLAT!