Luyện nghe bài hát Ronal Reagan Era

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

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

to vigilante
802s so you ask me
I'm my body's antsy
I'll rip through your pantry
off like a? examine my orchestra
Granny said when I'm old
I'll be to be all I can be
You niggas Camby, washed up
fix ya panties
I'm Mr. Marcus, you fucked, ugh
You ain't heard nothing harder since Kane
Take it vain, Vicodins couldn't ease the
Lightening bolts hit ya body, you thought it
Not a cloud in sight, just the that I write strong enough
To stand in front of a freight train
Are you trained, to go against
Dragging the record by my fangs
AK clips, money clips and chains
You walk around with a P90 like it's the
Bullet to your temple your homocide'll me

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

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

hit the county building gotta catch my check
Spend it all to a 40 to the neck
And in retrospect I remember December being the
Squad cars, neighborhood and stolen monsters
I tell you that life is full of hydraulics
Up and down, get 64 know how to drive it
I'm on E with no license or registration
racin' racing past johnny because he's racist
1987, the of Ronald Reagan raped the leaves off your front porch
With a blow torch
He blowing on sess, to ease the stress
He copping some blow hoping that it can
New born massacre, hoppin' out the
With calendars cause date coming
Run 'em down them he gun em
I'm hoping that you enough
Even the legs of Michael Johnson don't mean nothin'

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

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

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

Can't detour when you at war with your
Why run
ride with me, just die with me
That gun store, right
When you fight, fight fair
Cause you'll win
Yeah yeah

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