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 even in right 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 Hey nigga what time is, man?

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

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

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

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

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

When I walk, a hole in the floor, with the steel toe
As if you didn't know, now that you know nigga act like you
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 back and you can't to sleep
Because my gets deep

Okay, time for me to rustle more shit, represent to the
time that 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 short stoppers and I hate laggers
On the real, niggaz be free kick it pass
So they can beat your shit and jack ass

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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