Luyện nghe bài hát Peepin' Tom

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

I can see you watching waitin' in my
In my plottin'
Tom's in my home lookin' in my window

Once upon a in the projects, yo
lived a nigga named Knoc-Turn'al
America's most wanted, for
In a Lo-Lo, with tinted windows

I'm just cruisin' down the in my 6-4
Checking all my 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 the back
On the prowl in a black hat lookin' for
I got a plaque that reads, "Who's the Mac?"
Black pussy, always talk about it I love it

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

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

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

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

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

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

Propose a toast to the Coast
I approach the microphone because I ain't no joke
Tell your to get off of my dip
I have no time to 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, unload the barrel and
'Cause I'm lead in your motherfuckin' ass

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

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

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

Dear Mama, had a baby
Hard times got a nigga crazy
The hood can't take me under, a G-thang
We backyard bullyin' in the land where we

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