Luyện nghe bài hát Peepin' Tom

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

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

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

I'm cruisin' 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 the back
On the in a black hat lookin' for cats
I got a chrome plaque reads, "Who's the Mac?"
pussy, always talk about it 'cause I love it

This love got a nigga drunk in public
Express yo' self, keep doin' it
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' trash, we'll pull your guard
Knowin' nothin' in but to be legit
trust my homies, can't trust no bitch

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

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

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

We be clubbin', likes when the girls shake somethin'
System overload, bumpin'
It's life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do what ya 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 give her my

I'm gonna hold it and around the stage
And if you fuck up, I'm get my gauge and shrivel you up
Like California raisins, the barrel and laugh
'Cause I'm lead in your motherfuckin' ass

I can see you waitin' in my garden
In my bushes
Peepin' in my home lookin' in my window

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

Do my thing, blow off the roof on
It's funky, it's 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 times got a goin' crazy
The hood can't take me under, it's a
We backyard in the land where we bang

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