Luyện nghe bài hát Ronal Reagan Era

We're far good
Not good far
90 miles per hour Compton Boulevard
With the top down, we don't give a fuck
Drink my 40 of freedom while I roll my blunt
Cause the kids just aint

Oh shit
Somethin' to happen
Nigga shit, nigga this sound like 30 keys under the compton court building
Hope the dogs smell it

Welcome to
802s so you ask me
I'm my body's antsy
I'll rip your fucking pantry
Peeling off a? examine my orchestra
said when I'm old enough
I'll be to be all I can be
You niggas Marcus Camby, up
Pussy fix ya
I'm Mr. Marcus, you fucked, ugh
You heard nothing harder since Daddy Kane
it vain, Vicodins couldn't ease the pain
Lightening hit ya body, you thought it rained
Not a cloud in sight, just the that I write strong enough
To stand in front of a traveling freight
Are you trained, to go Dracula
Dragging the record by my fangs
AK clips, money and gold chains
You walk around with a P90 like the 90's
Bullet to your temple your remind me

Compton crip niggas aint nothing to fuck with
Bompton Piru's aint nothing to with
Compton es?'s aint nothin' to with
But they fuck me and bitch I love it

Whoopty whoop, woopty woop
Whoopty whoop, woopty woop woopty woop
(California dungeons)
Whoopty whoop, woopty woop
whoop, woopty woop woopty woop woop
(California dungeons)

Lets hit the county building catch my check
Spend it all to a 40 to the neck
And in retrospect I December being the hottest
Squad cars, neighborhood wars and stolen
I tell you mothafuckers that life is full of
Up and down, get 64 better know how to it
I'm driving on E no license or registration
Heart racin' racing past johnny because racist
1987, the children of Ronald Reagan raped the leaves off front porch
a machine blow torch
He on sess, hoping to ease the stress
He copping some blow hoping it can stretch
New born massacre, hoppin' out the
With calendars cause your date
Run 'em down he gun em down
I'm hoping you fast enough
Even the legs of Michael don't mean nothin' because

Them Compton crip niggas aint nothing to with
Bompton Piru's nothing to fuck with
Compton es?'s aint nothin' to fuck
But they with me and bitch I love it

Whoopty whoop, woopty woop
Whoopty whoop, woopty woop woop woop
(California dungeons)
Whoopty whoop, woopty woop
Whoopty whoop, woopty woop woopty woop
(California dungeons)

Can't detour when you at war your city
Why run
Just ride with me, die with me
That gun store, right
When you fight, fight fair
Cause you'll win

detour when you at war with your city
Why run
Just with me, just die with me
That gun store, right
When you fight, don't fight
Cause you'll win
Yeah yeah

Woah woah
Woah woah