Luyện nghe bài hát Flatline

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

Way back 4-4's years in the pen
.38 with handles and a fifth with gin
Let me begin, before the days of sins
I was a lil' 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' slugs
I regulate, servin' you way that straight
You if you're slippin' you get laid up in the mud
Take your spot, pushin' china white and bud
The devious, the mind blowin', the
Christmas everyday in the hood, I it snowin
It's hot like that where I'm
You bitches to test, you meet the m-1
sun up, nigga, to sun down
I out, your gat go down
Bitches, I run town, up?

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

Y'all runnin' and screamin' and pushin'
And yellin' and and duckin'
When you see the tec-9
Stagger motherfuckers, make em wish they hid
Spittin, me the ghetto fuckin' billy the kid
You be on your back tryin' to catch yo' breath
Life starts to flash, now nearing death
left, bitch? you see the glock starts tickin'
Die, as I one more you stop kickin'
Flee the to my next to akin
Call back to the house, so they fly in
made a real close trip to the pen
And in another town I start the same
I sets up 'cause your ass is done
Hoo-bang all day, my uzi a ton
Ain't no fun if you don't none
Ricochet off your shoulder blade, nigga, numb
C'mon,

Chorus...

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

Chorus...

Comtpon all day
Hoo-bangin'
You catch the