Luyện nghe bài hát Flatline

Thug shit, this out
Compton,
I think they heard me on this one
I compton, nigga!
That's how we it
for all the gangstas
West side, nigga, hoo-bangin' gangstas, you know I'm
Check out
I I dig into yo' body, you catch the flatline
Comtpon, where we from,
Compton, all day,
We gon' start it like
this out

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

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

start runnin' and screamin' and pushin'
And yellin' and and duckin'
When you see the tec-9
Stagger them motherfuckers, make em wish hid
Spittin, me the ghetto fuckin' billy the kid
You be layin on your back tryin' to catch yo'
starts to flash, now you're nearing death
What's left, bitch? you see the glock tickin'
Die, as I one more you stop kickin'
Flee the scene to my to akin
Call back to the house, so fly in ends
made a real close trip to the pen
And in town 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 shoulder blade, nigga, you're numb
C'mon,

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My mind got me caught in a twist, I can't
I on the days in the hood slangin' dope
Certain territories yo' ass float
And if you caught slippin', then fool, all she wrote
I the life while dippin' blocks with heats
I'm ready in a to stop yo' heartbeat
Fuckin' around in the hood, smokin' with
Violators hit the blocks, we the floors
Y'all ain't caught us slippin', only your ammo
We dips back through, dumps the 4-4
come out the dark chamber
Express my anger, never run danger
Servin mo' yayo, dash from the
Die by the hand of the unknown
My is stick, situation is thick
I ride with real muthafuckas and hit
The lunatic, way too sick
you pick, hear the 9 click, c'mon

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Comtpon all day
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