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
for all the gangstas
West side, nigga, hoo-bangin' gangstas, you I'm sayin'
this out
I said I dig yo' body, you catch the flatline
Comtpon, where we from,
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 committin
I was a lil' getting courted in
Till I die c.p.t., y'all can't me
a nigga for the neighborhood, can't 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 you get laid up in the mud
Take 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
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...

Y'all runnin' and screamin' and pushin'
And yellin' and and duckin'
When you see the buckin'
Stagger them motherfuckers, em wish they hid
Spittin, me the ghetto fuckin' billy the kid
You be layin on back tryin' to catch yo' breath
Life starts to flash, now nearing death
What's left, bitch? you see the glock tickin'
Die, as I blast one more you kickin'
the scene to my next to akin
Call back to the house, so they fly in
Just a real close trip 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 don't none
Ricochet off your shoulder blade, nigga, numb
C'mon,

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My got me caught in a twist, I can't cope
I reminisce on the days in the hood slangin'
Certain 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
around in the hood, smokin' with hoes
Violators hit the blocks, we hittin' the
Y'all ain't us slippin', only wasted your ammo
We dips back through, dumps the 4-4
Hollows come out the chamber
my anger, never run from danger
Servin mo' yayo, dash the ranger
Die by the hand of the stranger
My position is stick, is thick
I ride real muthafuckas and hit licks
The compton lunatic, way too
Conflict you pick, the 9 click, c'mon

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Comtpon all day
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