Luyện nghe bài hát Ronal Reagan Era

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

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

to vigilante
802s so you ask me
I'm hungry my antsy
rip through your fucking pantry
Peeling off like a? examine my
Granny when I'm old enough
I'll be to be all I can be
You niggas Marcus Camby, up
Pussy fix ya
I'm Mr. Marcus, you fucked, ugh
You ain't nothing harder since Daddy Kane
Take it vain, Vicodins ease the pain
Lightening bolts hit ya body, you it rained
Not a cloud in sight, the shit that I write strong enough
To stand in of a traveling freight train
Are you trained, to go against
Dragging the industry by my fangs
AK clips, clips and gold chains
You walk around with a P90 like it's the
Bullet to your your homocide'll remind me

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

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

Lets hit the county building gotta catch my
it all to a 40 ounce to the neck
And in retrospect I December being the hottest
cars, neighborhood 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 on E with no license or registration
Heart racin' past johnny because he's racist
1987, the children of Ronald Reagan raped the leaves off your front
With a blow torch
He blowing on sess, hoping to ease the
He copping some blow hoping it can stretch
New born massacre, out the passenger
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 mean nothin'

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

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

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

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

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