Luyện nghe bài hát Ronald Reagan Era

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

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

Welcome to
so don't you ask me
I'm hungry my body's
rip through your fucking pantry
Peeling off like a? examine my
said when 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 heard nothing harder since Kane
Take it vain, Vicodins couldn't ease the
Lightening bolts hit ya body, you thought it
Not a cloud in sight, just the shit that I write strong
To in front of a traveling freight train
Are you trained, to go against
Dragging the record by my fangs
AK clips, money clips and chains
You walk with a P90 like it's the 90's
Bullet to your temple your homocide'll me

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

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

hit the county building gotta catch my check
Spend it all to a 40 ounce to the
And in retrospect I December being the hottest
Squad cars, wars and stolen monsters
I tell you mothafuckers that is full of hydraulics
Up and down, get 64 better know how to it
I'm driving on E with no or registration
Heart racin' past johnny because he's racist
1987, the children of Reagan raped the leaves off your front porch
With a machine blow
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 coming
Run 'em them he gun em down
I'm hoping that you enough
Even the legs of Michael Johnson mean nothin' because

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

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

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

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

Woah woah
Woah wo-wo-wo-woah