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'
Peepin' in my home lookin' in my window

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

I'm just down the street in my 6-4
Checking all my 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 plaque reads, "Who's the Mac?"
Black pussy, always about it 'cause I love it

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

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

quote me boy, 'cause I ain't say shit
It's hotter on the block it is in the kitchen
And I'm hard in the paint, listen, I'm steady
I get down, your bullshittin'

And these are the tales, the tales
Of a nigga on the grind that you so well
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 jackin' other fools but they don't be mine
Summer time in the L.B.C. fuck the
Fuck bound by law and the peace treaty

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

Propose a to the West Coast
I approach the microphone because I ain't no joke
Tell mama to get off of my dip
I have no to give her my dick

I'm gonna hold it and walk the stage
And if you up, I'm gonna 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 waitin' in my garden
In my plottin'
Peepin' Tom's in my home in my window

I'm on the radio, and ain't a thing funny
It's just like Compton, bitch have my money
I messed up and I don't 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 that they gave me
Dear God, I wonder can You me?

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

Gangsta's the world go 'round
What's my motherfuckin'
Knoc-Turn'al, and I even have to use my AK
Today was a day