Luyện nghe bài hát Flatline

Thug shit, check out
Compton,
I don't think heard me on this one
I compton, nigga!
That's how we it
Regulating for all the
West side, nigga, gangstas, you know I'm sayin'
Check out
I said I dig into yo' body, you the flatline
Comtpon, we from, nigga?
Compton, all day,
We gon' it like this
Check out

Way back 4-4's seven in the pen
.38 with handles and a fifth with gin
Let me begin, before the days of sins
I was a knucklehead getting courted in
Till I die c.p.t., can't budge me
Kill a for the neighborhood, can't judge me
I'm lettin' the fire spit, y'all fools catchin' some
I regulate, you way that straight thug
You know if slippin' you get laid up in the mud
Take over your spot, pushin' white and bud
The devious, the blowin', the over-throwin
Christmas everyday in the hood, I keep it
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, your gat go
Bitches, I run town, up?

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

start runnin' and screamin' and pushin'
And yellin' and slippin' and
When you see the buckin'
Stagger them motherfuckers, make em wish hid
Spittin, call me the fuckin' billy the kid
You be on your back tryin' to catch yo' breath
Life starts to flash, now you're nearing
What's left, you see the glock starts tickin'
Die, as I blast one more you kickin'
Flee the to my next to akin
Call to the house, so they fly in ends
made a real close trip to the pen
And in another I start the same trend
I sets up shot 'cause your ass is
all day, my uzi weighs a ton
Ain't no fun if you don't want
Ricochet off your shoulder blade, nigga, you're
C'mon,

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

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Comtpon all day
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