Luyện nghe bài hát Live from Compton 'saturday Night'

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

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

Hey, I know, man, I'm just sayin' man, I was just callin'
To see what's poppin', man, goin' down
I'm about to rest, dog
Aww, man Saturday n and you talkin' about rest?

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

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

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

Hoodrats they do the hoochie for a fuck
But that shit be workin'
I'm rollin' in my truck, the farthest they get is a big wheel
For real and bitch-made-niggaz get caps peeled

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

So step the hell and you can't afford to sleep
Because my gets deep

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

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

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

And not that motherfucker
They wanna press luck with
I it goin' uncut and if I get mad enough
I they whole fuckin' set up

And don't say I didn't ya
It ain't funny when you be a by the corner
187 be the keeper
where I'm from, the shit gets deeper

My shit backed up for days and days
hard to sleep, my shit is too deep
Well, how in the hell am I gonna deal new niggaz
That be comin', hollerin' and ain't put out shit yet

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

But here comes that nigga that they call Ren
Makin' go and act crazy again
Niggaz be fuckin' for the hell of it
down old niggaz better not come this way

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

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

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