Luyện nghe bài hát Peepin' Tom

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

I can see you watching waitin' in my
In my plottin'
Peepin' Tom's in my home in my window

Once upon a 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 cruisin' down the 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

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

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

The boys in the are always hard
Come talkin' that trash, we'll pull guard
nothin' in life but to be legit
Can't trust my homies, can't trust no

Don't quote me boy, 'cause I ain't say
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, while your

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

Just as the pump in my lap at all times
be jackin' 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, bumpin'
It's life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do ya gotta do, and stay true

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

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

I can see you watching waitin' in my
In my plottin'
Peepin' Tom's in my home in my window

I'm on the radio, and ain't a damn thing
It's like Compton, bitch better have my money
I messed up and I don't why
Tryin' to get a piece of that Pie

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

Dear Mama, had a baby
Hard got a nigga goin' crazy
The hood take 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 have to use my AK
was a good day