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 waitin' in my garden
In my bushes
Tom's in my home lookin' in my window

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

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

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

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

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

Don't quote me boy, 'cause I 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 are the tales, the freaky tales
Of a nigga on the grind that you know so
Got a system in your then 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 other fools but they don't be jackin' mine
Summer time in the L.B.C. the police
Fuck being bound by law and the treaty

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

Propose a to the West Coast
Easily I the microphone because I ain't no joke
your mama 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 up, I'm gonna get my gauge and shrivel you up
Like raisins, unload the barrel and laugh
I'm puttin lead in your motherfuckin' ass

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

I'm on the radio, and a damn thing funny
It's just like Compton, bitch have my money
I messed up and I 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, was the case that they gave me
Dear God, I can You save me?

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

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