Luyện nghe bài hát Flatline

Thug shit, this out
Compton,
I don't think they 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 into yo' body, you catch the
Comtpon, we from, nigga?
Compton, all day,
We gon' start it like
this out

Way back 4-4's seven in the pen
.38 with wooden handles and a fifth gin
Let me begin, before the days of sins
I was a lil' knucklehead getting in
Till I die c.p.t., y'all can't me
Kill a nigga for the neighborhood, judge me
I'm lettin' the fire spit, fools catchin' some slugs
I regulate, servin' you way straight thug
You know if you're you get laid up in the mud
Take over spot, pushin' china white and bud
The devious, the mind blowin', the
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
From sun up, nigga, to sun
I pull out, gat go down
Bitches, I run town, up?

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

Y'all start runnin' and and pushin'
And yellin' and and duckin'
you see the tec-9 buckin'
Stagger them motherfuckers, make em wish hid
Spittin, call me the ghetto billy the kid
You be layin on your back tryin' to catch yo'
Life to flash, now you're nearing death
What's left, bitch? you see the glock starts
Die, as I blast one more you kickin'
Flee the scene to my next to
Call to the house, so they fly in ends
made a real close trip to the pen
And in another town I start the trend
I sets up shot 'cause ass is done
all day, my uzi weighs a ton
Ain't no fun if you don't none
off your shoulder blade, nigga, you're numb
C'mon,

Chorus...

My got me caught in a twist, I can't cope
I reminisce on the days in the slangin' dope
Certain yo' ass couldn't float
And if you caught slippin', then fool, that's all she
I like the life while dippin' blocks 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 your ammo
We dips back through, dumps the 4-4
Hollows come out the chamber
Express my anger, run from danger
Servin mo' yayo, from the ranger
Die by the hand of the unknown
My is stick, situation is thick
I ride with real muthafuckas and hit
The compton lunatic, way too
Conflict you pick, the 9 click, c'mon

Chorus...

Comtpon all day
Hoo-bangin'
You catch the