Luyện nghe bài hát Crenshaw/80s and Cocaine

You can me catch rolling Crenshaw (Crenshaw)
Is a motherfucking Impala? (Bitch Yeah)
Magazine on my lap, I'm rolling
Gang signs, watch us throw out the window
Gang

Parked at the light, give a fuck about a nigga
Only nigga worth six figures that still triggers
On my way to LAX, the freeway
through South Central in the 'Wood like I should
But I'm a Compton nigga, west side nigga
You should know by now, I fuck with all of niggas
Call Big U and we going to see that vagina in you
You don't bang huh? that out of town in you
My niggas eat late night, Mel's menu
You a shooter? Better have that North in you
I had wolves at all of venues
Dub's show I let the show
Shall I
Fucking niggas up it was '05
Like Dre just listened to my whole demo and
Talking out your neck, get you in no time
I you niggas looking for me, Blood

You can me catch rolling Crenshaw (Crenshaw)
Is that a motherfucking (Bitch Yeah)
Magazine on my lap, I'm rolling
Gang signs, watch us throw them out the
signs

Nip be where the be
Skeme be where the be
Nigga, I'm with the shit, a fuck if niggas Cuz me
Say the wrong things time, get a blood beef
Same color rag, still where the subs be
Naw fuck nigga
I'll have a prostitute to open the and cut that nigga
I'll have a couple crooked cops come and that nigga
Then get a bully in the pen to come and fuck nigga
is crazy, yeah my life is crazy
Don't let Calabasas fool you, I'll kill you
Bury you in my backyard, shit I'm sittin on five
You go to war? I got the paper
wanna fade? I got the taper
Nigga want to shoot? I got the
Any bitch want to fuck, I got a take it
And I put no tints on my whip
One strap, full nigga!

You can me rolling down Crenshaw (Crenshaw)
Is that a motherfucking (Bitch Yeah)
on my lap, I'm rolling indo
Gang signs, watch us them out the window
signs

Bullets coming the windows and the walls
That's on the set, all my on call
Don't for me, pray for them niggas
Menace to society, I'm Lorenz nigga
I want the rims nigga, and your gold
Don't me, blame 80s and cocaine
I want the rims nigga, and your chain
Don't me, blame 80s and cocaine

Ay yo I wake up, put on chronic like bitches
like Nicki and Meek, it's hard to breakup
38 tucked, take a piss and eat my
Six bitches at my kitchen ass naked
I got more bitches than Hugh Heff, 'm reckless
Iced out Playboy pendant from my necklace
Used to take a chop that bitch up in sections
Pack it in the car like its no flexin'
It's that whip work, chop that, it out, we cop that
On Wimbleton and Brazil in my impala with the top
my nigga Top at?
Remember them days before you and Rock Watts back?
We was in Stevenson Village in your crib nigga
Leanin like a top hot, ordering Tommy burgers with
Cop back my Glock fat nina Ross black
Bullets pop up out of nowhere like Farm BLAT!