Luyện nghe bài hát Peepin' Tom

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

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

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

I'm just cruisin' the street in my 6-4
Checking all my traps and all my
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 it 'cause I love it

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

The boys in the hood are always
Come that trash, we'll pull your guard
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be
Can't my homies, can't trust 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 dippin'
I get down, while bullshittin'

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

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

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

Propose a toast to the West
Easily I approach the microphone I ain't no joke
Tell 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 fuck up, I'm get my gauge and shrivel you up
Like California raisins, unload the and laugh
'Cause I'm puttin in your motherfuckin' ass

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

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

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

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

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