Luyện nghe bài hát Ronal Reagan Era

We're far from
Not from far
90 miles per down Compton Boulevard
With the top down, screaming we give a fuck
my 40 ounce of freedom while I roll my blunt
Cause the kids just aint

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

to vigilante
802s so you ask me
I'm my body's antsy
I'll rip your fucking pantry
Peeling off like a? my orchestra
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
Lightening bolts hit ya body, you thought it
Not a in sight, just the shit that I write strong enough
To stand in front of a freight train
Are you trained, to go Dracula
Dragging the industry by my fangs
AK clips, money clips and gold
You walk around a P90 like it's the 90's
Bullet to your temple your homocide'll me

Them Compton crip aint nothing to fuck with
Piru's aint nothing to fuck with
Compton es?'s aint nothin' to with
But fuck with 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 woopty woop woop
(California dungeons)

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

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

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

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

Woah woah
Woah wo-wo-wo-woah