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 alright

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

Welcome to
so don't you ask me
I'm hungry my antsy
I'll rip through your fucking
Peeling off like a? examine my
Granny said I'm old enough
I'll be to be all I can be
You niggas Marcus Camby, up
Pussy fix ya
I'm Mr. Marcus, you fucked, ugh
You ain't heard nothing harder Daddy Kane
Take it vain, Vicodins couldn't ease the
Lightening 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 freight train
Are you trained, to go against
Dragging the record industry by my
AK clips, clips and gold chains
You walk around with a P90 like it's the
Bullet to temple your homocide'll remind me

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

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

Lets hit the county building gotta catch my
it all to a 40 ounce to the neck
And in I remember December being the hottest
Squad cars, neighborhood and stolen monsters
I tell you mothafuckers that life is of hydraulics
Up and down, get 64 know how to drive it
I'm driving on E with no license or
racin' racing 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 hoping that it can stretch
New born massacre, out the passenger
With calendars your date coming
Run 'em down them he gun em
I'm hoping that you fast
Even the of Michael Johnson don't mean nothin' because

Them Compton niggas aint nothing to fuck with
Bompton aint nothing to fuck with
es?'s aint 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, woopty woop
Whoopty whoop, woopty woop woopty woop
(California dungeons)

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

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

Woah woah
Woah woah