Luyện nghe bài hát They Still Gafflin

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

They gafflin, this young black nigga
So why in the fuck should I when they creep
As I roll through the streets I see another house
And that's why the be out in 5000
And the fools give a chance to explain
If you're from Compton, you either dope or gangbang
Yo, those fools on my dick trying to jack me
I guess because I a hat and the khaki's

And if my cars on hit, then I'm a
Bust a you, hit the sirens and pull me
Run a on my plates, fool they legit
Another day for this ass bullshit
I was lucky, I the blunt in my sock
The thing they say,"Who's got the gat, who's 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 set, throw up your gang sign
I take my hands off the hood and I ain't got time
says park it fool, time is wasting
I said,"Fuck you", leather glove slapped my face then
I was pissed, it was rough, my was cuffed
If I told them they stink they'd 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
your back one times still gafflin, geah

Geah, now they on my dick
all wrastling, gafflin and shit
Can't take no more off one time shit
You know what I'm
I'm to peel 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 beat the punk smooth 'cause I'm the boss, E
2 niggas rolling in hats, inside a
We start to blaze up the 20 sack
We the windows 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 those punk fools one bit
'Cause they be popping KKK shit
So I kick back and played the routine
And the grand 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 bound

So I with the routine, comma
While he say, hand over the
I said,"Officer, you be joking
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 find the gat, it was a
But still toed my mutherfuckin' vehicle
I might as have packed a strap and
Get rid of all these one times

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