Luyện nghe bài hát They Still Gafflin

Damn, MC Eihts back in the mutherfuckin'
Last we came with the one times gaffled 'em up
You what I'm sayin'
Now the whole mutherfuckin' know

They still gafflin, this black nigga
So why in the fuck should I sleep when creep
As I roll through the streets I see another house
And that's why the Eiht'll be out in
And the fools won't give a to explain
If you're from Compton, you either sell dope or
Yo, those fools on my dick still trying to me
I guess because I sport a hat and the

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

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

Geah, now they on my dick
Still all wrastling, and shit
take no more off this one time shit
You what I'm sayin'
I'm ready to peel a cap
You know what I'm sayin', this out

Off to the kick it, spot to an end
in the morning, so my day can begin
I seen the fool that tried to double me
I beat the down smooth 'cause I'm the boss, E
2 niggas in hats, inside a Cadillac
We start to blaze up the mutherferkin' 20
We the windows up to get that contact
One time seen the smoke, pulled a smooth jack

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

So I with the routine, comma
While he say, over the marijuana
I said,"Officer, you be joking
That was a I was smoking"
So I sat with my to the ground
And on thinking, would the fool beat me down?
They find the gat, it was a miracle
But they still toed my mutherfuckin'
I might as well have packed a and
Get rid of all one times gafflin

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