Luyện nghe bài hát Ronald Reagan Era

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

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

Welcome to
802s so you ask me
I'm hungry my antsy
I'll rip through your fucking
Peeling off like a? my orchestra
Granny said when I'm old
be sure 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 harder since Daddy Kane
Take it vain, Vicodins couldn't ease the
Lightening hit ya body, you thought it rained
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 industry by my fangs
AK clips, money clips and chains
You walk around a P90 like it's the 90's
Bullet to temple your homocide'll remind me

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

whoop, woopty woop woop
Whoopty whoop, woopty woopty woop woop
(California dungeons)
Whoopty whoop, woop 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 retrospect I remember being the hottest
Squad cars, neighborhood wars and monsters
I tell you mothafuckers that life is of hydraulics
Up and down, get 64 better how to drive it
I'm driving on E with no or registration
Heart racing past johnny because he's racist
1987, the of Ronald Reagan raped the leaves off your front porch
With a machine blow
He blowing on sess, hoping to the stress
He copping blow 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 enough
Even the legs of Michael Johnson don't mean because

Them Compton crip aint nothing to fuck with
Bompton Piru's nothing 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 woop woop woop
(California dungeons)
Whoopty whoop, woopty woop
Whoopty whoop, woopty woop woop woop
(California dungeons)

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

detour 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
you'll never win
Yeah yeah

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