Luyện nghe bài hát Ronald Reagan Era

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Woah wo-wo-wo-woah
Woah woah