Luyện nghe bài hát Ronald Reagan Era

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

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

Welcome to
so don't you ask me
I'm my body's antsy
rip through your fucking pantry
Peeling off a? examine my orchestra
Granny said when I'm old
be sure to be all I can be
You niggas Marcus Camby, up
Pussy fix ya
I'm Mr. Marcus, you fucked, ugh
You heard nothing harder since Daddy Kane
it vain, Vicodins couldn't 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 traveling train
Are you trained, to go Dracula
Dragging the record by my fangs
AK clips, money and gold chains
You around with a P90 like it's the 90's
Bullet to your temple homocide'll remind me

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

Lets hit the county building gotta my check
Spend it all to a 40 to the neck
And in retrospect I remember December the hottest
Squad cars, neighborhood wars and 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 with no license or
Heart racin' racing past 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 the stress
He copping some blow hoping that it can
New born massacre, hoppin' out the
With cause your date coming
Run 'em them he gun em down
I'm hoping you fast enough
Even the legs of Michael don't mean nothin' because

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

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

Can't detour when you at war with city
Why run
Just with me, just die with me
gun store, right there
When you fight, fight fair
Cause you'll win

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

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