Luyện nghe bài hát Flatline

Thug shit, check out
Compton,
I don't they 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'
this out
I I dig into yo' body, you catch the flatline
Comtpon, where we from,
Compton, all day,
We gon' start it this
this out

Way back seven years in the pen
.38 with wooden handles and a fifth gin
Let me begin, the days of committin sins
I was a knucklehead 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 the fire spit, y'all fools catchin' some slugs
I regulate, servin' you way that straight
You know if slippin' you get laid up in the mud
Take your spot, pushin' china white and bud
The devious, the mind blowin', the
Christmas everyday in the hood, I it snowin
It's hot like where I'm from
You tryin to test, you meet the m-1
sun up, nigga, to sun down
I out, your gat go down
Bitches, I run town, up?

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

Y'all start runnin' and screamin' and
And yellin' and and duckin'
you see the tec-9 buckin'
Stagger motherfuckers, make em wish they hid
Spittin, call me the ghetto fuckin' the kid
You be on your 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 you stop kickin'
the scene to my next to akin
Call to the house, so they fly in ends
made a real 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 none
Ricochet off your shoulder blade, nigga, numb
C'mon,

Chorus...

My got me caught in a twist, I can't cope
I reminisce on the days in the hood dope
Certain territories yo' ass float
And if you caught slippin', fool, that's all she wrote
I like the life while dippin' with heats
I'm ready in a second to stop yo'
Fuckin' around in the hood, with hoes
Violators hit the blocks, we the floors
Y'all ain't caught us slippin', only your ammo
We dips back through, with the 4-4
Hollows come out the chamber
Express my anger, never run danger
Servin mo' yayo, from the ranger
Die by the of the unknown stranger
My position is stick, situation is
I ride with real and hit licks
The lunatic, way too sick
Conflict you pick, the 9 click, c'mon

Chorus...

Comtpon all day
Hoo-bangin'
You the flatline