Luyện nghe bài hát Flatline

Thug shit, check out
Compton,
I don't think they heard me on one
I compton, nigga!
That's how we it
Regulating for all the
West side, nigga, hoo-bangin' gangstas, you I'm sayin'
this out
I I dig into yo' body, you catch the flatline
Comtpon, where we from,
Compton, all day,
We start it like this
this out

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

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

start runnin' and screamin' and pushin'
And yellin' and and duckin'
When you see the tec-9
them motherfuckers, make em wish they hid
Spittin, call me the fuckin' billy the kid
You be layin on back tryin' to catch yo' breath
Life starts to flash, now you're death
What's left, bitch? you see the glock tickin'
Die, as I blast one more you stop
Flee the scene to my to akin
Call back to the house, so fly in ends
Just made a real close to the pen
And in another I start the same trend
I sets up shot 'cause ass is done
all day, my uzi weighs a ton
Ain't no fun if you don't none
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 reminisce on the in the hood slangin' dope
Certain yo' ass couldn't float
And if you slippin', then fool, that's all she wrote
I like the life dippin' blocks with heats
I'm in a second to stop yo' heartbeat
Fuckin' in the hood, smokin' with hoes
Violators hit the blocks, we the floors
Y'all ain't caught us slippin', wasted your ammo
We dips back through, with the 4-4
Hollows come out the chamber
Express my anger, run from danger
mo' yayo, dash from the ranger
Die by the hand of the stranger
My is stick, situation is thick
I ride with muthafuckas and hit licks
The lunatic, way too sick
Conflict you pick, hear the 9 click,

Chorus...

Comtpon all day
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