Luyện nghe bài hát Flatline

Thug shit, check 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, gangstas, you know I'm sayin'
Check out
I said I dig yo' body, you catch the flatline
Comtpon, we from, nigga?
Compton, all day,
We start it like this
Check out

Way back 4-4's years in the pen
.38 with wooden and a fifth with gin
Let me begin, before the days of committin
I was a knucklehead getting 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 straight
You know if you're you get laid up in the mud
Take over your spot, pushin' china and bud
The devious, the blowin', the over-throwin
everyday in the hood, I keep it snowin
It's hot like that where I'm
You bitches tryin to test, you the m-1
sun up, nigga, to sun down
I out, your gat go down
Bitches, I run town, up?

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

Y'all start and screamin' and pushin'
And yellin' and slippin' and
you see the tec-9 buckin'
Stagger motherfuckers, make 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 starts tickin'
Die, as I blast one you stop kickin'
Flee the to my next to akin
Call back to the house, so they fly in
Just made a close trip to the pen
And in another town I start the same
I sets up 'cause your ass is done
all day, my uzi weighs a ton
Ain't no fun if you don't want
Ricochet off shoulder blade, nigga, you're numb
C'mon,

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My mind got me caught in a twist, I cope
I reminisce on the days in the hood dope
Certain yo' ass couldn't float
And if you caught slippin', then fool, that's all she
I like the life while dippin' with heats
I'm ready in a second to stop yo'
Fuckin' around in the hood, smokin' with
hit the blocks, we hittin' the floors
Y'all ain't caught us slippin', only wasted your
We back 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 of the unknown stranger
My position is stick, is thick
I ride with muthafuckas and hit licks
The compton lunatic, way too
Conflict you pick, hear the 9 click,

Chorus...

Comtpon all day
Hoo-bangin'
You catch the