Luyện nghe bài hát Ronal Reagan Era

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

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

to vigilante
802s so you ask me
I'm hungry my body's
rip through your fucking pantry
Peeling off like a? examine my
Granny said when I'm old
be sure to be all I can be
You niggas Marcus Camby, up
Pussy fix ya
I'm Mr. Marcus, you fucked, ugh
You ain't nothing harder since Daddy Kane
it vain, Vicodins couldn't ease the pain
Lightening bolts hit ya body, you it rained
Not a cloud in sight, just the shit that I strong enough
To stand in of a traveling freight train
Are you trained, to go Dracula
Dragging the industry by my fangs
AK clips, money and gold chains
You walk around with a P90 like it's the
to your temple your homocide'll remind me

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

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

Lets hit the county building gotta my check
it all to a 40 ounce to the neck
And in retrospect I remember 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 on E with no license or registration
racin' racing past johnny because he's racist
1987, the children of Ronald Reagan raped the off your front porch
a machine blow torch
He blowing on sess, to ease the stress
He copping some blow hoping it can stretch
New massacre, hoppin' out the passenger
With calendars cause your date
Run 'em down them he gun em
I'm hoping that you fast
Even the legs of Michael Johnson don't mean because

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

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

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

Can't 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
you'll never win
Yeah yeah

woah wo-wo-wo-woah
Woah woah