Luyện nghe bài hát Peepin' Tom

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

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

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

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

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

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

The boys in the hood are always
Come talkin' that trash, we'll 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 hotter on the than it is in the kitchen
And I'm hard in the paint, listen, I'm steady
I get down, while your

And these are the tales, the tales
Of a on the grind that you know so well
Got a system in trunk 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 jackin' other fools but they be jackin' mine
time in the L.B.C. fuck the police
Fuck being bound by law and the treaty

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

Propose a to the West Coast
Easily I approach the microphone because I ain't no
Tell your to get off of my dip
I have no time to give her my

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

I can see you watching in my garden
In my plottin'
Peepin' Tom's in my home lookin' in my

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

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

Dear Mama, Brenda had a
Hard times got a nigga crazy
The hood can't me under, it's a G-thang
We bullyin' in the land where we bang

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