Luyện nghe bài hát Flatline

Thug shit, check out
Compton,
I don't think heard me on this one
I compton, nigga!
how we doin it
Regulating for all the
West side, nigga, gangstas, you know I'm sayin'
Check out
I said I dig into yo' body, you the flatline
Comtpon, we from, nigga?
Compton, all day,
We gon' it like this
Check out

Way back 4-4's seven in the pen
.38 wooden handles and a fifth with gin
Let me begin, before the days of sins
I was a lil' knucklehead getting in
Till I die c.p.t., y'all budge me
Kill a nigga for the neighborhood, judge me
I'm lettin' the fire spit, y'all fools catchin' slugs
I regulate, you way that straight thug
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
hot like that where I'm from
You bitches 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 said I dig 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 them motherfuckers, make em they hid
Spittin, call me the ghetto fuckin' the kid
You be layin on your back to catch yo' breath
starts to flash, now you're nearing death
What's left, bitch? you see the glock starts
Die, as I blast one more you stop
Flee the to my next to akin
Call to the house, so they fly in ends
Just a real close trip to the pen
And in another town I start the trend
I sets up 'cause your ass is done
all day, my uzi weighs a ton
Ain't no fun if you want none
Ricochet off your blade, nigga, you're numb
C'mon,

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

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Comtpon all day
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