Luyện nghe bài hát Ronal Reagan Era

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

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

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

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

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

hit the county building gotta catch my check
Spend it all to a 40 ounce to the
And in retrospect I remember December the hottest
Squad cars, neighborhood wars and stolen
I tell you mothafuckers that 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' past johnny because he's racist
1987, the children of Reagan raped the leaves off your front porch
With a machine torch
He blowing on sess, hoping to ease the
He copping blow hoping that it can stretch
New born massacre, hoppin' out the
With calendars your date coming
Run 'em them he gun em down
I'm hoping that you enough
Even the legs of Michael don't mean nothin' because

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

Whoopty whoop, woop woop
Whoopty whoop, woopty woop woopty woop
(California dungeons)
Whoopty whoop, woopty woop
Whoopty whoop, woopty woopty woop 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, fight fair
you'll never win

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

Woah woah
Woah wo-wo-wo-woah