Luyện nghe bài hát Ronal Reagan Era

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

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

Welcome to
so don't you ask me
I'm hungry my antsy
I'll rip through your fucking
Peeling off like a? examine my
Granny said I'm old enough
be sure to be all I can be
You niggas 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 cloud in sight, the shit that I write strong enough
To stand in front of a traveling train
Are you trained, to go Dracula
Dragging the record industry by my
AK clips, money clips and chains
You walk around with a P90 like the 90's
Bullet to your temple homocide'll remind me

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

Whoopty whoop, woopty woop
Whoopty whoop, woopty woop woopty woop
(California dungeons)
Whoopty whoop, woopty woop
Whoopty whoop, woop 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 mothafuckers 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 racin' racing past johnny because he's
1987, the children of Ronald Reagan raped the leaves off your front
With a machine blow
He blowing on sess, hoping to ease the
He copping some blow hoping it can stretch
New born massacre, hoppin' out the
calendars cause your date coming
Run 'em down he gun em down
I'm hoping you fast enough
Even the legs of Michael don't mean nothin' because

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

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

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

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

woah wo-wo-wo-woah
Woah woah