Luyện nghe bài hát Ronal Reagan Era

We're far from
Not good far
90 miles per hour Compton 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 aint

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

Welcome to
so don't you ask me
I'm my body's antsy
I'll rip through your fucking
Peeling off like a? examine my
Granny said 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 nothing harder since Daddy Kane
Take it vain, Vicodins couldn't ease the
bolts hit ya body, you thought it rained
Not a cloud in sight, just the shit I write strong enough
To stand in front of a freight train
Are you trained, to go Dracula
the record industry by my fangs
AK clips, money and gold chains
You walk around a P90 like it's the 90's
to your temple your homocide'll remind me

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

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

Lets hit the county building gotta catch my
Spend it all to a 40 ounce to the
And in I remember December being the hottest
cars, neighborhood wars and stolen monsters
I tell you mothafuckers that is full of hydraulics
Up and down, get 64 know how to drive it
I'm on E with no license or registration
Heart racing past johnny because he's racist
1987, the children of Ronald Reagan raped the leaves off front porch
With a machine 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 your date
Run 'em down 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 nothing to fuck with
Compton es?'s aint nothin' to fuck
But they with me and bitch I love it

Whoopty whoop, woopty woop
Whoopty whoop, woop 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 your
Why run
ride with me, just die with me
That gun store, right
When you fight, don't fight
you'll never win

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

Woah woah
Woah wo-wo-wo-woah