Luyện nghe bài hát Ronald Reagan Era

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

Oh shit
Somethin' bout to
Nigga this shit, nigga this sound like 30 keys under the court building
Hope the dogs smell it

to vigilante
802s so you ask me
I'm hungry my antsy
I'll rip through fucking pantry
Peeling off like a? examine my
said when I'm old enough
I'll be to be all I can be
You Marcus Camby, washed up
fix ya panties
I'm Mr. Marcus, you fucked, ugh
You ain't heard nothing since Daddy Kane
Take it vain, Vicodins ease the pain
Lightening bolts hit ya body, you it rained
Not a cloud in sight, just the shit that I write strong
To stand in front of a freight train
Are you trained, to go Dracula
Dragging the record by my fangs
AK clips, money and gold chains
You walk around with a P90 like the 90's
Bullet to temple your homocide'll remind me

Them Compton niggas aint nothing to fuck with
Bompton Piru's aint to fuck with
Compton aint nothin' 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, woop woopty woop woop
(California dungeons)

Lets hit the building gotta catch my check
Spend it all to a 40 ounce to the
And in retrospect I remember December the hottest
Squad cars, neighborhood and stolen monsters
I tell you mothafuckers that life is full of
Up and down, get 64 know how to drive it
I'm driving on E no license or registration
Heart racin' racing past johnny because racist
1987, the of Ronald Reagan raped the leaves 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 born massacre, out the passenger
With cause your date coming
Run 'em them he gun em down
I'm hoping that you enough
Even the of Michael Johnson don't mean nothin' because

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

Whoopty whoop, woopty 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 with me, just die with me
That gun store, right
When you fight, don't fair
Cause never win

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

Woah woah
Woah wo-wo-wo-woah