Luyện nghe bài hát Ronald Reagan Era

We're far from
Not from far
90 miles per hour down Compton
With the top down, we don't 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, this sound like 30 keys under the compton court building
the dogs don't smell it

Welcome to
802s so you ask me
I'm hungry my body's
I'll rip your fucking pantry
Peeling off like a? my orchestra
Granny said when I'm old
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 heard nothing harder since Daddy Kane
Take it vain, Vicodins couldn't ease the
Lightening bolts hit ya body, you it rained
Not a cloud in sight, just the shit I write strong enough
To in front of a traveling freight train
Are you trained, to go Dracula
Dragging the industry by my fangs
AK clips, money and gold chains
You walk around with a P90 like the 90's
Bullet to your temple your remind me

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

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

Lets hit the county gotta catch my check
it all to a 40 ounce to the neck
And in retrospect I December being the hottest
Squad cars, neighborhood and stolen 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 children of Ronald Reagan raped the leaves off your front
With a machine torch
He on sess, hoping to ease the stress
He copping some hoping that it can stretch
New massacre, hoppin' out the passenger
calendars cause your date coming
Run 'em them he gun em down
I'm hoping that you enough
Even the legs of Michael Johnson mean nothin' because

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

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

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

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

Woah woah
Woah woah