Luyện nghe bài hát Ronald Reagan Era

We're far good
Not good far
90 miles per hour 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 aint alright

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

Welcome to
so don't you ask me
I'm hungry my body's
I'll rip through your fucking
off like a? examine my orchestra
Granny said 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 harder since Kane
it vain, Vicodins couldn't ease the pain
Lightening bolts hit ya body, you thought it
Not a cloud in sight, 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, money and gold chains
You around with a P90 like it's the 90's
Bullet to your your homocide'll remind me

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

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

Lets hit the county gotta catch my check
Spend it all to a 40 to the neck
And in retrospect I remember being the hottest
cars, neighborhood wars and stolen monsters
I you mothafuckers that life 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 front porch
With a machine blow
He blowing on sess, hoping to ease the
He copping blow hoping that it can stretch
New massacre, hoppin' out the passenger
calendars cause your date coming
Run 'em down them he gun em
I'm hoping that you fast
the legs of Michael Johnson don't mean nothin' because

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

Whoopty whoop, woop 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 with me, just die with me
That gun store, right
When you fight, don't fight
you'll never 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, don't fight
Cause never win
Yeah yeah

Woah woah
woah wo-wo-wo-woah