Luyện nghe bài hát Live from Compton 'saturday Night'

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

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

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

Man, what you talkin'
I was at that studio nigga, all night
Man let's go get 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 back
While I drop that have your mind turnin' black
Nigga, I break God necks, when I drop verses
And blind your sight from the shit I recite

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

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

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

So step the hell back and you afford to sleep
Because my shit gets

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

'Cause I hate flossers and I hate
I hate short and I hate laggers
On the real, niggaz be wanna kick it pass
So they can beat your shit and your 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 not that motherfucker
They wanna press they with
I keep it goin' uncut and if I get mad
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 shit gets

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

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

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

'Cause I just don't a fuck
'Cause I get in a gangsta mode
Bitch slappin' with my fist
'Cause I insist I'm a of a lyricist

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

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