Luyện nghe bài hát Ronal Reagan Era

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

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

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

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

Whoopty whoop, woopty 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 my check
Spend it all to a 40 ounce to the
And in retrospect I remember December being the
Squad cars, 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 driving on E no license or registration
Heart racin' racing past johnny he's racist
1987, the children of Ronald Reagan raped the off your front porch
With a blow torch
He blowing on sess, hoping to ease the
He copping some blow that it can stretch
New born massacre, hoppin' out the
With calendars cause your coming
Run 'em down he gun em down
I'm that you fast enough
Even the legs of Michael Johnson don't mean because

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

Whoopty whoop, woopty woop
Whoopty whoop, woopty woop woopty woop
(California dungeons)
Whoopty whoop, woopty 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
gun store, right there
When you fight, don't fair
Cause never win

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

Woah woah
woah wo-wo-wo-woah