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 I'm sayin'
Now the mutherfuckin' world know

They still gafflin, this young nigga
So why in the should I sleep when they creep
As I roll through the I see another raided house
And that's why the Eiht'll be out in
And the fools won't give a chance to
If you're from Compton, you either sell dope or
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, 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 threw the blunt in my
The first thing 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 your hood, what's your set, throw up your sign
I take my hands off the hood and I ain't got time
He's says it fool, time is wasting
I said,"Fuck you", black leather glove my face then
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 even my strap
But every day it's the shit happening, yo
Watch your back one times gafflin, geah

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

Off to the kick it, spot to an end
Early in the morning, so my day can
I seen the fool that to double cross me
I beat the punk down smooth I'm the boss, E
2 niggas rolling in hats, inside a
We start to blaze up the 20 sack
We rolled the windows up to get that
One time seen the smoke, they a smooth jack

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

So I play the routine, comma
While he say, over the marijuana
I said,"Officer, you be joking
was a cigarette I was smoking"
So I sat with my butt to the
And on thinking, would the fool beat me down?
didn't find the gat, it was a miracle
But they still my mutherfuckin' vehicle
I might as well packed a strap and
Get rid of all these one gafflin

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