Luyện nghe bài hát Live from Compton 'saturday Night'

Yeah, who
Yo, this Hutch man, oh, up?
What up nigga, happenin'? Yeah, check this out
I ain't even in right now, ah, so a message at the beap

I'll get back, peace, yo what's up man, me, man
Pick up the phone,
It's Hutch man, up?
Hey, what's up dog? Hey what time is, man?

Hey, I don't know, man, I'm just sayin' man, I was just
To see what's poppin', man, what's goin'
Nigga I'm to rest, dog
Aww, man Saturday n and you talkin' about rest?

Man, what you talkin'
I was at that studio nigga, all night
Man let's go get some 40s, bitches, somethin' man, do
Hey, hey, fuck, you gonna do
Aw, aw like Ren, Ren what's up?
Aw nigga, gonna up on a nigga, shit

Come on and step on in, no turnin'
While I drop shit that your mind turnin' black
Nigga, I God damn necks, when I drop verses
And blind sight from the shit that I recite

Live from Compton it's Saturday
But ain't no joke, I don't play that shit
Niggaz you I ain't no motherfuckin' comic
Droppin' street knowledge, a nigga Islamic

they do the hoochie boogie for a fuck
But that don't be workin'
When I'm rollin' in my truck, the they get is a big wheel
For real and bitch-made-niggaz get they caps

When I walk, puts a in the floor, with the steel toe
As if you know, now that you know nigga act like you knew
And if you continue trippin', you
I'm with my niggaz with the help of 187 on this tight ass track

So step the hell back and you afford to sleep
my shit gets deep

Okay, time for me to rustle shit, represent to the fullest
Every that I'm spit, get cha lit
Get cha lifted, get cha as you wanna go
Breakin' fools off that floss your gold

'Cause I hate flossers and I hate
I hate short stoppers and I hate
On the real, niggaz be wanna kick it pass
So they can beat your and jack your ass

I give 'em 187 to try
But on the real, better off committin' suicide
me the tech Ren, so I can show 'em
That I'm not to be trusted and not to be with

And definitely not that
They wanna they luck with
I keep it goin' and if I get mad enough
I shoot they whole set up

And say I didn't warn ya
It ain't funny you be a victim by the corner
187 be the gate
where I'm from, the shit gets deeper

My shit gets backed up for and days
It's to sleep, my shit is too deep
Well, how in the hell am I gonna deal new niggaz
That be comin', hollerin' and ain't put out shit yet

down the street in my 4 5 0
Throwin' wack niggaz out my window
'Cause rarely do I see niggaz that be comin' with that funky ass
That make you say fuck ay, go shoot a down

But comes that black nigga that they call Ren
Makin' niggaz go and act crazy
be fuckin' fools for the hell of it
Some down old better not come this way

'Cause I just don't give a
'Cause I get in a gangsta mode
Bitch slappin' with my fist
'Cause I insist I'm a of a lyricist

But my in the street
Killin' haters over some wicked ass beats
Me and my come and get your ass
Then me and my niggaz up on that ass

'Cause me and my niggaz, nigga the creep
When the shit gets deep, it deep