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 waitin' in my
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 wanted, for sho'
In a Lo-Lo, with tinted windows

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

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

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

The boys in the hood are always
Come talkin' that trash, we'll pull guard
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be
Can't trust my homies, 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 your

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

Just as grip the pump in my lap at all
Fools be jackin' other fools but don't be jackin' mine
Summer time in the L.B.C. fuck the
being bound by law and the peace 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 true

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

I'm gonna it and walk around the stage
And if you fuck up, I'm gonna get my gauge and 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' Tom's in my home in my window

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

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

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