Luyện nghe bài hát Ronal Reagan Era

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

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

Welcome to
802s so you ask me
I'm my body's antsy
I'll rip through fucking pantry
Peeling off a? examine my orchestra
Granny said I'm old enough
I'll be to be all I can be
You niggas Camby, washed 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 thought it
Not a in sight, just the shit that I write strong enough
To stand in front of a traveling train
Are you trained, to go Dracula
Dragging the record by my fangs
AK clips, money and gold chains
You walk with a P90 like it's the 90's
Bullet to your temple homocide'll remind me

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 me and bitch I love it

Whoopty whoop, woop woop
Whoopty whoop, woopty woop woop woop
(California dungeons)
Whoopty whoop, woopty 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
Squad cars, neighborhood and stolen monsters
I tell you mothafuckers 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 racin' racing past johnny because racist
1987, the children of Ronald Reagan raped the leaves off your porch
With a blow torch
He blowing on sess, hoping to the stress
He copping some hoping that it can stretch
New born massacre, out the passenger
With calendars cause your coming
Run 'em them he gun em down
I'm hoping that you enough
Even the of Michael Johnson don't mean nothin' because

Compton crip niggas aint nothing 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, woopty woop
Whoopty whoop, woopty woop woopty woop
(California dungeons)

detour when you at war with your city
Why run
Just with me, just die with me
That gun store, right
When you fight, fight fair
Cause never win

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

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