Luyện nghe bài hát Flatline

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

Way back 4-4's 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 getting in
I die c.p.t., y'all can't budge me
Kill a nigga for the neighborhood, can't me
I'm lettin' the fire spit, y'all catchin' some slugs
I regulate, you way that straight thug
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
It's hot that 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 into yo' body, you the flatline...

start runnin' and screamin' and pushin'
And yellin' and slippin' and
When you see the tec-9
Stagger them motherfuckers, make em wish hid
Spittin, call me the ghetto fuckin' the kid
You be layin on your back tryin' to catch yo'
Life starts to flash, now you're death
left, bitch? you see the glock starts tickin'
Die, as I one more you stop kickin'
the scene to my next to akin
Call back to the house, so 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
all day, my uzi weighs a ton
Ain't no fun if you want none
off your shoulder blade, nigga, you're numb
C'mon,

Chorus...

My mind got me caught in a twist, I can't
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 the life while dippin' blocks with heats
I'm ready in a to stop yo' heartbeat
around in the hood, smokin' with hoes
Violators hit the blocks, we hittin' the
Y'all ain't caught us slippin', wasted your ammo
We dips through, dumps with the 4-4
Hollows out the dark chamber
my anger, never run from danger
Servin mo' yayo, dash the ranger
Die by the hand of the stranger
My is stick, situation is thick
I with real muthafuckas and hit licks
The lunatic, way too sick
Conflict you pick, the 9 click, c'mon

Chorus...

Comtpon all day
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