Luyện nghe bài hát Ronal Reagan Era

We're far good
Not from 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 just aint alright

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

to vigilante
802s so 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 niggas Marcus Camby, up
fix ya panties
I'm Mr. Marcus, you fucked, ugh
You ain't heard nothing since Daddy Kane
Take it vain, Vicodins couldn't the pain
Lightening hit ya body, you thought it rained
Not a in sight, just the shit that I write strong enough
To stand in front of a freight train
Are you trained, to go against
Dragging the industry by my fangs
AK clips, money and gold chains
You around with a P90 like it's the 90's
Bullet to temple your homocide'll remind me

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

whoop, woopty woop woop
Whoopty whoop, woopty woop woopty 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 the hottest
Squad cars, neighborhood wars and monsters
I tell you that life is full of hydraulics
Up and down, get 64 better know how to it
I'm driving on E no license or registration
Heart racin' past johnny because he's racist
1987, the children of Ronald Reagan raped the off your front porch
With a machine torch
He blowing on sess, to ease the stress
He copping some blow hoping that it can
New massacre, hoppin' out the passenger
With calendars cause your date
Run 'em them he gun em down
I'm hoping that you fast
Even the legs of Michael Johnson don't mean because

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

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

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

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

Woah woah
Woah wo-wo-wo-woah