Luyện nghe bài hát Ronal Reagan Era

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

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

Welcome to
802s so you ask me
I'm hungry my antsy
rip through your fucking pantry
Peeling off like a? examine my
Granny said when I'm old
be sure to be all I can be
You Marcus Camby, washed up
fix ya panties
I'm Mr. Marcus, you fucked, ugh
You ain't heard harder since Daddy Kane
Take it vain, couldn't ease the pain
Lightening bolts hit ya body, you thought it
Not a cloud in sight, just the shit that I strong enough
To in front of a traveling freight train
Are you trained, to go against
Dragging the record industry by my
AK clips, clips and gold chains
You walk around with a P90 like it's the
Bullet to your temple homocide'll remind me

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

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

Lets hit the building gotta catch my check
it all to a 40 ounce to the neck
And in I remember December being the hottest
cars, neighborhood wars and stolen monsters
I tell you 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' past johnny because he's racist
1987, the children of Ronald Reagan the leaves off your front porch
With a machine torch
He blowing on sess, to ease the stress
He copping some blow hoping it can stretch
New born massacre, hoppin' out the
With calendars cause date coming
Run 'em them he gun em down
I'm hoping you fast enough
Even the legs of Michael Johnson mean nothin' because

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

whoop, woopty woop woop
Whoopty whoop, woopty woop 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
Just with me, just die with me
gun store, right there
When you fight, fight fair
you'll never win

Can't detour when you at war with city
Why run
Just with me, just die with 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