Luyện nghe bài hát They Still Gafflin

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

They still gafflin, this young nigga
So why in the fuck should I sleep when creep
As I roll through the streets I see another raided
And that's why the be out in 5000
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 to jack 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, fool legit
Another day for punk ass bullshit
I was lucky, I the blunt in my sock
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 got time
He's says it fool, time is wasting
I said,"Fuck you", black glove slapped my face then
I was pissed, it was rough, my was cuffed
If I them they stink they'd throw my ass in the clink
So it was to the curb and I sat
All that time, fools didn't even find my
But every day it's the same happening, yo
Watch your back one still gafflin, geah

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

Off to the kick it, spot to 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 the windows up to get that contact
One time the smoke, they pulled a smooth jack

On top of that I was bumping big
It was the fucking CHP
I like those punk fools one bit
'Cause be popping that KKK shit
So I back and played with the routine
And the grand dragon I was 17
Tell the police the truth, then how they fuck sound?
'Cause if I told him the truth 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 butt to the
And kept on thinking, would the fool me down?
They find the gat, it was a miracle
But they still toed my vehicle
I might as well have a strap and
Get rid of all these one gafflin

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