Luyện nghe bài hát Ronal Reagan Era

We're far from
Not from far
90 miles per hour 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 aint

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

Welcome to
so don't you ask me
I'm hungry my antsy
I'll rip your fucking pantry
Peeling off like a? my orchestra
Granny when I'm old enough
I'll be to be all I can be
You Marcus Camby, washed up
fix ya panties
I'm Mr. Marcus, you fucked, ugh
You ain't nothing harder since Daddy Kane
Take it vain, Vicodins couldn't the pain
bolts hit ya body, you thought it rained
Not a in sight, just the shit that I write strong enough
To stand in of a traveling freight train
Are you trained, to go against
the record industry by my fangs
AK clips, money and gold chains
You walk around with a P90 it's the 90's
Bullet to temple your homocide'll remind me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Woah woah
Woah woah