Luyện nghe bài hát Peepin' Tom

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

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

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

I'm just cruisin' 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 prowl in a hat lookin' for cats
I got a plaque that reads, "Who's the Mac?"
Black pussy, always talk about it I love it

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

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

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

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

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

We be clubbin', everybody likes the girls shake somethin'
System overload, bumpin'
thug life, y'all 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
Tell your to get off of my dip
I no time 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
Like raisins, unload the barrel and laugh
'Cause I'm puttin lead in 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 thing
It's just Compton, bitch better have my money
I messed up and I don't why
Tryin' to get a piece of American Pie

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

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

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