Luyện nghe bài hát Ronal Reagan Era

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

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

Welcome to
so don't you ask me
I'm hungry my body's
rip through your fucking pantry
Peeling off like a? examine my
said when I'm old enough
I'll be 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 nothing harder Daddy Kane
Take it vain, Vicodins ease the pain
bolts hit ya body, you thought it rained
Not a cloud in sight, just the shit that I write enough
To stand in front of a freight train
Are you trained, to go Dracula
Dragging the record by my fangs
AK clips, money and gold chains
You walk around with a P90 like it's the
Bullet to your temple your homocide'll me

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

Lets hit the county gotta catch my check
Spend it all to a 40 to the neck
And in retrospect I remember December being the
Squad cars, neighborhood wars and 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 children of Reagan raped the leaves off your front porch
With a machine torch
He blowing on sess, hoping to ease the
He copping some blow hoping that it can
New born massacre, hoppin' out the
calendars cause your date coming
Run 'em down them he gun em
I'm that you fast enough
Even the legs of Johnson don't mean nothin' because

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

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

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

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

Woah woah
Woah wo-wo-wo-woah