Luyện nghe bài hát Ronal Reagan Era

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

Oh shit
bout to happen
Nigga this shit, nigga this sound like 30 under the compton court building
Hope the dogs smell it

to vigilante
802s so you ask me
I'm hungry my antsy
I'll rip through your fucking
off like a? examine my orchestra
Granny when I'm old enough
I'll be 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 nothing since Daddy Kane
Take it vain, Vicodins ease the pain
bolts hit ya body, you thought it rained
Not a cloud in sight, just the that I write strong enough
To stand in front of a traveling freight
Are you trained, to go against
the record industry by my fangs
AK clips, clips and gold chains
You walk around with a P90 it's the 90's
Bullet to temple your homocide'll remind me

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

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

hit the county building gotta catch my check
Spend it all to a 40 ounce to the
And in retrospect I December being the hottest
Squad cars, wars and stolen monsters
I tell you that life is full of hydraulics
Up and down, get 64 better how to drive it
I'm driving on E no license or registration
Heart racing past johnny because he's racist
1987, the children of Ronald Reagan raped the leaves off your porch
a machine blow torch
He blowing on sess, hoping to the stress
He copping some blow that it can stretch
New born massacre, out the passenger
calendars cause your date coming
Run 'em down he gun em down
I'm hoping that you fast
Even the legs of Michael 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 with
But they with me and bitch I love it

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

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

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

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