Luyện nghe bài hát Live from Compton 'saturday Night'

Yeah, who
Yo, Hutch man, oh, what's up?
What up nigga, what's happenin'? Yeah, check out
I ain't even in right now, ah, so leave a message at the

I'll get back, peace, yo what's up man, me, man
Pick up the phone,
It's Hutch man, up?
Hey, what's up dog? Hey nigga time is, man?

Hey, I don't know, man, I'm sayin' man, I was just callin'
To see what's poppin', man, what's goin'
Nigga I'm to rest, dog
Aww, man Saturday n and you talkin' about rest?

Man, you talkin' about
I was at motherfuckin' studio nigga, all night
Man let's go get some 40s, bitches, man, do somethin'
Hey, hey, fuck, what you do
Aw, aw it's Ren, Ren what's up?
Aw nigga, hang up on a nigga, shit

Come on and on in, no turnin' back
While I drop shit that have mind turnin' black
Nigga, I break God damn necks, when I drop
And blind your from the shit that I recite

Live from Compton Saturday night
But ain't no joke, I don't play that shit
Niggaz you know I ain't no comic
Droppin' knowledge, plus a nigga Islamic

Hoodrats do the hoochie boogie for a fuck
But that don't be workin'
When I'm in my truck, the farthest they get is a big wheel
For and bitch-made-niggaz get they caps peeled

When I walk, puts a in the floor, with the steel toe
As if you didn't know, now that you nigga act like you knew
And if you trippin', motherfuck you
I'm walkin' with my with the help of 187 on this tight ass track

So step the back and you can't afford to sleep
my shit gets deep

Okay, time for me to rustle more shit, to the fullest
Every time I'm spit, get cha lit
Get cha lifted, get cha high as you go
fools off that wanna floss your gold

'Cause I hate flossers and I braggers
I hate stoppers and I hate laggers
On the real, niggaz be wanna free kick it
So they can beat shit and jack your ass

I give 'em 187 to try
But on the real, they better off committin'
me the tech Ren, so I can show 'em
That I'm not to be and not to be fucked with

And definitely not that
They press they luck with
I keep it uncut and if I get mad enough
I shoot they whole set up

And don't say I warn ya
It ain't when you be a victim by the corner
187 be the gate
'Cause where I'm from, the gets deeper

My shit gets backed up for days and
It's hard to sleep, my is too deep
Well, how in the am I gonna deal with new niggaz
That be comin', hollerin' wolf and put out shit yet

down the street in my 4 5 0
Throwin' wack niggaz out my window
'Cause rarely do I see that be comin' with that funky ass shit
That make you say fuck ay, go shoot a nigga

But comes that black nigga that they call Ren
Makin' niggaz go and act crazy
be fuckin' fools for the hell of it
Some down old niggaz not come this way

I just don't give a fuck
'Cause I get in a baby gangsta
Bitch slappin' with my fist
'Cause I I'm a hell of a lyricist

But my roots in the
Killin' playa haters over wicked ass beats
Me and my niggaz and get your ass
Then me and my niggaz beat up on ass

'Cause me and my niggaz, nigga the creep
When the shit gets deep, it deep