Luyện nghe bài hát Crenshaw/80s and Cocaine

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

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

You can me rolling down Crenshaw (Crenshaw)
Is that a motherfucking (Bitch Yeah)
on my lap, I'm rolling indo
Gang signs, watch us 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 things wrong time, get a blood beef
Same color rag, still where the subs be
Naw fuck nigga
I'll a prostitute to open the trunk and cut that nigga
I'll have a 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 fool you, I'll you baby
Bury you in my backyard, shit I'm sittin on acres
You go to war? I got the paper
wanna fade? I got the taper
Nigga want to I got the laser
Any bitch that want to fuck, I got a it
And I put no tints on my whip
One strap, full nigga!

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

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

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