Luyện nghe bài hát Flatline

Thug shit, check out
Compton,
I think they heard me on this one
I compton, nigga!
how we doin it
Regulating for all the
West side, nigga, hoo-bangin' gangstas, you I'm sayin'
this out
I said I dig into yo' body, you catch the
Comtpon, where we from,
Compton, all day,
We start it like this
this out

Way 4-4's seven years in the pen
.38 with wooden handles and a fifth gin
Let me begin, before the days of sins
I was a lil' knucklehead courted in
I die c.p.t., y'all can't budge me
Kill a for the neighborhood, can't judge me
I'm lettin' the fire spit, y'all catchin' some slugs
I regulate, servin' you way that thug
You know if you're slippin' you get up in the mud
Take over your spot, china white and bud
The devious, the blowin', the over-throwin
Christmas everyday in the hood, I keep it
It's hot that where I'm from
You tryin to test, you meet the m-1
From sun up, nigga, to sun
I pull out, your gat go
Bitches, I run town, up?

I said I dig into yo' body, you the flatline...

start runnin' and screamin' and pushin'
And yellin' and slippin' and
you see the tec-9 buckin'
Stagger motherfuckers, make em wish they hid
Spittin, me the ghetto fuckin' billy the kid
You be layin on back tryin' to catch yo' breath
Life starts to flash, now nearing death
What's left, you see the glock starts tickin'
Die, as I blast one more you stop
Flee the scene to my to akin
Call back to the house, so they fly in
Just made a real trip to the pen
And in another I start the same trend
I sets up shot your ass is done
Hoo-bang all day, my uzi a ton
Ain't no fun if you don't want
Ricochet off your shoulder blade, nigga, numb
C'mon,

Chorus...

My mind got me caught in a twist, I cope
I reminisce on the in the hood slangin' dope
Certain territories yo' ass couldn't
And if you caught slippin', then fool, all she wrote
I like the life while dippin' blocks with
I'm ready in a to stop yo' heartbeat
Fuckin' around in the hood, smokin' hoes
Violators hit the blocks, we the floors
Y'all ain't caught us slippin', only wasted your
We dips through, dumps with the 4-4
come out the dark chamber
Express my anger, run from danger
Servin mo' yayo, dash the ranger
Die by the hand of the unknown
My position is stick, situation is
I with real muthafuckas and hit licks
The compton lunatic, way too
you pick, hear the 9 click, c'mon

Chorus...

Comtpon all day
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You the flatline