Luyện nghe bài hát Ronal Reagan Era

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

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

to vigilante
802s so you ask me
I'm hungry my body's
I'll rip through your fucking
off like a? examine my orchestra
Granny when I'm old enough
be sure 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 Kane
it vain, Vicodins couldn't ease the pain
Lightening bolts hit ya body, you it rained
Not a cloud in sight, the shit that I write strong enough
To stand in of a traveling freight train
Are you trained, to go against
Dragging the industry by my fangs
AK clips, money clips and gold
You walk around with a P90 like the 90's
Bullet to your temple your remind me

Them crip niggas aint nothing to fuck with
Bompton Piru's nothing to fuck 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 woopty woop
(California dungeons)
whoop, woopty woop woop
Whoopty whoop, woop woopty 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 December being the hottest
Squad cars, wars and stolen monsters
I tell you mothafuckers life is full of hydraulics
Up and down, get 64 better how to drive it
I'm driving on E with no or registration
Heart racin' racing past johnny he's racist
1987, the children of Ronald Reagan raped the off your front porch
With a blow torch
He on sess, hoping to ease the stress
He copping blow 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 hoping that you fast
Even the of Michael Johnson don't mean nothin' because

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

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

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

Can't detour when you at war with 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 wo-wo-wo-woah
Woah wo-wo-wo-woah