Luyện nghe bài hát Peepin' Tom

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

I can see you watching waitin' in my
In my bushes
Peepin' Tom's in my lookin' in my window

upon a time in the projects, yo
There lived a nigga Knoc-Turn'al
America's wanted, for sho'
In a black Lo-Lo, with tinted

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

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

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

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

Don't quote me boy, 'cause I say shit
It's hotter on the than it is in the kitchen
And I'm hard in the paint, listen, I'm dippin'
I get down, while bullshittin'

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

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

We be clubbin', everybody likes when the girls somethin'
System overload, stay
It's thug life, know the rules
Gotta do what ya gotta do, and true

Propose a to the West Coast
Easily I approach the microphone because I no joke
Tell mama to get off of my dip
I have no time to her my dick

I'm hold it and walk around the stage
And if you fuck up, I'm gonna get my and shrivel you up
Like California raisins, unload the barrel and
'Cause I'm lead in your motherfuckin' ass

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

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

Do my thing, blow off the on 187-Proof
It's gettin' funky, it's gettin'
It's the formula, murder was the case that they me
Dear God, I can You save me?

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

Gangsta's the world go 'round
my motherfuckin' name?
Knoc-Turn'al, and I didn't have to use my AK
Today was a day