Luyện nghe bài hát Peepin' Tom

Yeah, how we do
This a little story uh
A nigga you know well,

I can see you watching in my garden
In my bushes
Peepin' 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, tinted windows

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

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

This California got a nigga drunk 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, pull your guard
Knowin' nothin' in but to be legit
Can't my homies, can't trust no bitch

Don't quote me boy, 'cause I say shit
hotter 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 freaky
Of a on the grind that you know so well
Got a in your trunk then I'm jacking for beats
Black Superman, I put it for L.A.C

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

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

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

I'm gonna it and walk around the stage
And if you up, I'm gonna get my gauge and shrivel you up
Like California raisins, unload the and laugh
'Cause I'm puttin lead in your 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 damn funny
It's just like Compton, bitch better have my
I messed up and I know why
to get a piece of that American Pie

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

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

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