Luyện nghe bài hát Ronal Reagan Era

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

Oh shit
bout to happen
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 hungry my antsy
I'll rip through your pantry
Peeling off like a? examine my
said 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 harder since Kane
Take it vain, couldn't ease the pain
bolts hit ya body, you thought it rained
Not a cloud in sight, just the shit that I write strong
To in front of a traveling freight train
Are you trained, to go against
Dragging the record by my fangs
AK clips, clips and gold chains
You walk around with a P90 it's the 90's
Bullet to your temple your homocide'll me

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

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

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

Them Compton crip niggas aint to fuck with
Bompton Piru's aint to fuck with
es?'s aint nothin' to fuck with
But they fuck with me and bitch I it

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

detour when you at war with your 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 fair
you'll never win
Yeah yeah

Woah woah
Woah woah