Luyện nghe bài hát Live from Compton 'saturday Night'

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

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

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

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

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 from the shit that I recite

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

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

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

So step the hell back and you can't afford to
Because my shit gets

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause I just give a fuck
'Cause I get in a gangsta mode
Bitch slappin' niggaz my fist
'Cause I I'm a hell of a lyricist

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

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