Luyện nghe bài hát Ronal Reagan Era

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

Oh nigga
Somethin' bout to
Nigga this shit, nigga this sound like 30 keys under the compton court
the dogs don't smell it

Welcome to
802s so you ask me
I'm my body's antsy
rip through 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 Camby, washed up
fix ya panties
I'm Mr. Marcus, you fucked, ugh
You ain't heard nothing harder Daddy Kane
Take it vain, Vicodins ease the pain
bolts 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 against
the record industry by my fangs
AK clips, money clips and gold
You walk around with a P90 it's the 90's
Bullet to your temple your remind me

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

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

Lets hit the county building gotta my check
it all to a 40 ounce to the neck
And in retrospect I remember December the hottest
Squad cars, neighborhood wars and monsters
I you mothafuckers that life is full of hydraulics
Up and down, get 64 better know how to it
I'm driving on E with no license or
Heart racin' racing past johnny he's racist
1987, the children of Ronald Reagan raped the leaves off your front
With a blow torch
He on sess, hoping to ease the stress
He copping blow hoping that it can stretch
New born massacre, out the passenger
With calendars cause your date
Run 'em down he gun em down
I'm hoping that you fast
Even the legs of Michael Johnson mean nothin' because

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

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

Can't detour you at war with your city
Why run
Just ride with me, just die me
That gun store, right
When you fight, don't fair
you'll never win

Can't detour when you at war with your
Why run
Just ride me, just die with me
That gun store, there
you fight, don't fight fair
Cause never win
Yeah yeah

Woah wo-wo-wo-woah
Woah woah