Luyện nghe bài hát They Still Gafflin

Damn, MC back in the mutherfuckin' house
year 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 they
As I through 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, those fools on my still trying 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 sirens and pull me
Run a make on my plates, fool they
Another day for 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 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 I ain't got time
He's says park it fool, is wasting
I said,"Fuck you", black glove slapped my face then
I was pissed, it was rough, my was cuffed
If I told them they stink they'd throw my ass in the
So it was to the curb and I sat
All that time, didn't even find my strap
But day it's the same shit happening, yo
Watch your one times still gafflin, geah

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

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

On top of that I was big noise
It was the fucking CHP
I didn't those punk fools one bit
'Cause they be popping 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 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 butt to the
And kept on thinking, the fool beat me down?
They didn't the gat, it was a miracle
But they still toed my vehicle
I as well have packed a strap and
Get rid of all these one gafflin

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