Luyện nghe bài hát They Still Gafflin

Damn, MC Eihts in the mutherfuckin' house
Last year we with the one times gaffled 'em up
You know I'm sayin'
Now the whole world know

They still gafflin, this black nigga
So why in the fuck should I when they creep
As I roll the streets I see another raided house
And that's why the be out in 5000
And the won't give a chance to explain
If you're Compton, you either sell dope or gangbang
Yo, fools on my dick still trying to jack me
I guess I sport a hat and the khaki's

And if my cars on hit, then I'm a
Bust a you, hit the sirens and me over
Run a on my plates, fool they legit
day for this punk ass bullshit
I was lucky, I threw the blunt in my
The first thing they say,"Who's got the gat, got the rocks?"
I said,"Please officer, I'm a rap singer"
Boy, you Compton, you got to be a banger

Where's your hood, what's your set, throw up gang sign
I my hands off the hood and says I ain't got time
says park it fool, time is wasting
I said,"Fuck you", black leather glove my face then
I was pissed, it was rough, my was cuffed
If I told they stink they'd throw my ass in the clink
So it was to the curb and I sat
All that time, fools even find my strap
But every day the same shit happening, yo
Watch your one times still gafflin, geah

Geah, now still on my dick
Still all wrastling, gafflin and
Can't take no more off this one shit
You know what I'm
I'm to peel a mutherfuckers cap
You know I'm sayin', check this out

Off to the it, spot to make an end
Early in the morning, so my day can
I seen the that tried to double cross me
I the punk down smooth 'cause I'm the boss, E
2 niggas rolling in hats, inside a
We to blaze up the mutherferkin' 20 sack
We rolled the up to get that contact
One seen the smoke, they pulled a smooth jack

On top of I was bumping big noise
It was the CHP boys
I didn't like punk fools one bit
'Cause be popping that KKK shit
So I kick back and played with the
And told the dragon I was 17
the police the truth, then how they fuck that sound?
'Cause if I told him the truth then I'd be county

So I play the routine, comma
While he say, hand over the
I said,"Officer, you must be
That was a I was smoking"
So I sat with my to the ground
And kept on thinking, would the fool beat me
They didn't the gat, it was a miracle
But still toed my mutherfuckin' vehicle
I might as have packed a strap and
Get rid of all one times gafflin

Geah, I'd like to send this out to all the homies
That be getting their asses kicked by the one
You know what I'm
And all my homeboys
That's in locked up over this punk ass shit
The one times be gaffling, you know I'm sayin'
But they can't a brother like the MC Eiht down
Me and my DJ Mike T is out 5000