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 give a fuck
Drink my 40 ounce of while I roll my blunt
Cause the kids just alright

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

to vigilante
802s so you ask me
I'm my body's antsy
I'll rip through your fucking
off like a? examine my orchestra
Granny said 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 in sight, just the shit that I write strong enough
To stand in of a traveling freight train
Are you trained, to go against
Dragging the industry by my fangs
AK clips, money clips and chains
You walk around with a P90 it's the 90's
to your temple your homocide'll remind me

Them Compton crip niggas aint 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, woopty woop
Whoopty whoop, woopty woopty woop woop
(California dungeons)
Whoopty whoop, woopty woop
Whoopty whoop, woopty woop woop woop
(California dungeons)

Lets hit the county building gotta catch my
it all to a 40 ounce to the neck
And in retrospect I remember December being the
Squad cars, wars and stolen monsters
I tell you mothafuckers life is full of hydraulics
Up and down, get 64 know how to drive it
I'm driving on E with no or registration
Heart racin' past johnny because he's racist
1987, the children of Ronald Reagan raped the leaves off your front
With a machine torch
He blowing on sess, hoping to the stress
He copping some blow that it can stretch
New born massacre, hoppin' out the
With cause your date coming
Run 'em them he gun em down
I'm hoping you fast enough
the legs of Michael Johnson don't mean nothin' because

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

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

detour when you at war with your city
Why run
Just ride with me, die with me
That gun store, there
When you fight, fight fair
you'll never win

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

Woah woah
woah wo-wo-wo-woah