Luyện nghe bài hát Ronald Reagan Era

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

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

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

Them crip niggas aint nothing to fuck with
Bompton Piru's aint 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 woop woop
(California dungeons)
Whoopty whoop, woopty woop
Whoopty whoop, woopty woopty woop woop
(California dungeons)

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

Compton crip niggas aint nothing to fuck with
Bompton Piru's nothing to fuck with
es?'s aint nothin' to fuck with
But fuck 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)

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

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

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