Luyện nghe bài hát Peepin' Tom

Yeah, how we do
This a little about uh
A you know well, Knoc-Turn'al

I can see you watching in my garden
In my bushes
Tom's in my home lookin' in my window

Once a time in the projects, yo
There lived a nigga Knoc-Turn'al
most wanted, for sho'
In a black Lo-Lo, with windows

I'm just cruisin' the street in my 6-4
all my traps and all my hoes
Life is, too short, I stay on my
G'd up, spill gin and juice on new clothes

up, hit a switch and dropped the back
On the prowl in a black hat lookin' for
I got a chrome plaque reads, "Who's the Mac?"
Black pussy, always about it 'cause I love it

This California got a nigga drunk in public
Express yo' self, keep doin' it
Got on the block, keep the heat in the bush
Keep to the top, keep smokin' the kush

The boys in the hood are hard
Come that trash, we'll pull your guard
Knowin' in life but to be legit
Can't my homies, can't trust no bitch

quote me boy, 'cause I ain't say shit
It's hotter on the block it is in the kitchen
And I'm in the paint, listen, I'm steady dippin'
I get down, your bullshittin'

And these are the tales, the freaky
Of a nigga on the grind that you know so
Got a system in your trunk then I'm jacking for
Black Superman, I put it for L.A.C

Just as grip the in my lap at all times
Fools be jackin' other fools but don't be jackin' mine
Summer in the L.B.C. fuck the police
Fuck being bound by law and the peace

We be clubbin', everybody likes when the shake somethin'
overload, stay bumpin'
It's life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do what ya do, and stay true

Propose a toast to the West
Easily I approach the microphone because I no joke
Tell your to get off of my dip
I have no to give her my dick

I'm gonna it and walk around the stage
And if you fuck up, I'm gonna get my gauge and you up
Like California raisins, the barrel and laugh
'Cause I'm puttin in your motherfuckin' ass

I can see you waitin' in my garden
In my bushes
Tom's in my home lookin' in my window

I'm on the radio, and a damn thing funny
It's just like Compton, better have my money
I up and I don't know why
Tryin' to get a of that American Pie

Do my thing, blow off the roof on
It's gettin' funky, it's gettin'
It's the formula, murder was the case that they me
Dear God, I wonder can You me?

Dear Mama, Brenda had a
times got a nigga goin' crazy
The hood can't take me under, it's a
We backyard bullyin' in the land we bang

Gangsta's make the go 'round
What's my motherfuckin'
Knoc-Turn'al, and I didn't have to use my AK
was a good day