Luyện nghe bài hát Ronal Reagan Era

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

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

to vigilante
802s so you ask me
I'm hungry my antsy
I'll rip your fucking 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
Pussy fix ya
I'm Mr. Marcus, you fucked, ugh
You ain't heard nothing harder since Kane
Take it vain, couldn't ease the pain
Lightening bolts hit ya body, you it rained
Not a in sight, just the shit that I write strong enough
To stand in front of a freight train
Are you trained, to go Dracula
Dragging the 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 with
Bompton Piru's aint to fuck with
Compton es?'s nothin' to fuck with
But they fuck with me and I love it

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

Lets hit the county gotta catch my check
Spend it all to a 40 to the neck
And in I remember 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 know how to it
I'm driving on E with no license or
Heart racin' racing past johnny because racist
1987, the children of Reagan raped the leaves off your front porch
With a blow torch
He on sess, hoping to ease the stress
He copping some blow that it can stretch
New born massacre, out the passenger
With calendars cause your date
Run 'em them he gun em down
I'm hoping you fast enough
Even the of Michael Johnson don't mean nothin' because

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

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

Can't detour when you at war with city
Why run
Just ride with me, die with me
gun store, right there
When you fight, don't fight
you'll never win

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

Woah wo-wo-wo-woah
Woah woah