Luyện nghe bài hát Flatline

Thug shit, this out
Compton,
I don't think 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'
Check out
I said I dig yo' body, you catch the flatline
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 handles and a fifth with gin
Let me begin, the days of committin 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 fools catchin' some
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 in the hood, I keep it snowin
It's hot like where I'm from
You bitches 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 said I dig into yo' body, you the flatline...

Y'all start runnin' and screamin' and
And yellin' and and duckin'
you see the tec-9 buckin'
Stagger them motherfuckers, em wish they hid
Spittin, call me the ghetto 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 stop
Flee the to my next to akin
back to the house, so they fly in ends
Just made a real close to the pen
And in another town I start the trend
I sets up shot your ass is done
Hoo-bang all day, my uzi a ton
Ain't no fun if you want none
Ricochet off your shoulder blade, nigga, numb
C'mon,

Chorus...

My mind got me caught in a twist, I can't
I reminisce on the days in the hood dope
territories yo' ass couldn't float
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 hittin' the
ain't caught us slippin', only wasted your ammo
We dips through, dumps with the 4-4
Hollows come out the chamber
Express my anger, never run danger
mo' yayo, dash from the ranger
Die by the hand of the unknown
My position is stick, situation is
I ride with muthafuckas and hit licks
The compton lunatic, way too
Conflict you pick, the 9 click, c'mon

Chorus...

Comtpon all day
Hoo-bangin'
You catch the