Luyện nghe bài hát Ronal Reagan Era

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

Oh nigga
bout to happen
Nigga this shit, nigga 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 through fucking pantry
Peeling off like a? examine my
Granny said when I'm old
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 ain't nothing harder since Daddy Kane
Take it vain, couldn't ease the pain
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 traveling train
Are you trained, to go Dracula
Dragging the record industry by my
AK clips, money clips and gold
You walk around with a P90 like the 90's
Bullet to your temple your remind me

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

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

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

Them Compton niggas aint nothing to fuck with
Piru's aint nothing to fuck with
Compton aint nothin' to fuck with
But they fuck 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
ride with me, just die with me
That gun store, right
When you fight, don't fair
you'll never win

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

Woah wo-wo-wo-woah
Woah woah