Luyện nghe bài hát Peepin' Tom

Yeah, how we do
This a little story uh
A nigga you know well,

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

upon a time in the projects, yo
There lived a nigga named
America's wanted, for sho'
In a black Lo-Lo, with tinted

I'm just down 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 dropped the
On the prowl in a black hat for cats
I got a chrome that reads, "Who's the Mac?"
Black pussy, always talk it 'cause I love it

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

The boys in the hood are hard
Come talkin' that trash, we'll pull guard
Knowin' nothin' in but to be legit
trust 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 in the paint, listen, I'm steady dippin'
I get down, your bullshittin'

And these are the tales, the tales
Of a nigga on the grind that you know so
Got a system in 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 but they don't be jackin' mine
Summer time in the L.B.C. the police
Fuck being bound by law and the treaty

We be clubbin', everybody likes when the girls somethin'
System overload, bumpin'
It's thug life, know 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 your 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 up, I'm gonna get my gauge and shrivel you up
Like California raisins, unload the and laugh
I'm puttin lead in your motherfuckin' ass

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

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

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

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

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