Luyện nghe bài hát Ronal Reagan Era

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

Oh shit
Somethin' bout to
Nigga this shit, nigga this sound 30 keys under the compton court building
Hope the dogs smell it

Welcome to
so don't you ask me
I'm my body's antsy
I'll rip through your pantry
Peeling off a? examine my orchestra
Granny said when I'm old
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 heard harder since Daddy Kane
Take it vain, Vicodins couldn't ease the
Lightening 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 clips and gold
You walk around with a P90 it's the 90's
Bullet to your temple homocide'll remind me

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

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

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

Them Compton crip niggas aint nothing to with
Bompton Piru's aint nothing to fuck
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, woop woop
Whoopty whoop, woopty woop woopty woop
(California dungeons)

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

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