Luyện nghe bài hát Ronal Reagan Era

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

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

Welcome to
802s so you ask me
I'm hungry my antsy
rip through your fucking pantry
Peeling off like a? my orchestra
Granny said 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 nothing harder since Daddy Kane
Take it vain, Vicodins couldn't the pain
Lightening bolts hit ya body, you thought it
Not a cloud in sight, just the shit I write strong enough
To in front of a traveling freight train
Are you trained, to go Dracula
Dragging the record by my fangs
AK clips, money and gold chains
You walk with a P90 like it's the 90's
Bullet to your temple your remind me

Them Compton crip niggas aint to fuck with
Bompton Piru's aint nothing to fuck
Compton es?'s 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, woop woopty woop woop
(California dungeons)

Lets hit the county building catch my check
Spend it all to a 40 to the neck
And in I remember December being the hottest
cars, neighborhood wars and stolen monsters
I tell you mothafuckers that life is 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 because he's
1987, the children of Ronald Reagan raped the leaves off front porch
With a machine torch
He on sess, hoping to ease the stress
He copping some blow hoping that it can
New born massacre, hoppin' out the
With calendars your date coming
Run 'em them he gun em down
I'm that you fast enough
Even the legs of Michael Johnson don't nothin' because

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

whoop, woopty woop 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 with city
Why run
Just ride me, just die with me
That gun store, right
you fight, don't fight fair
Cause never win

Can't detour you at war with your city
Why run
Just ride with me, just die me
gun store, right there
When you fight, don't fight
Cause you'll win
Yeah yeah

woah wo-wo-wo-woah
Woah wo-wo-wo-woah