Luyện nghe bài hát Ronald Reagan Era

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

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

Welcome to
so don't you ask me
I'm my body's 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 Camby, washed up
fix ya panties
I'm Mr. Marcus, you fucked, ugh
You ain't heard nothing harder Daddy Kane
Take it vain, Vicodins couldn't the pain
bolts hit ya body, you thought it rained
Not a cloud in sight, just the shit I write strong enough
To stand in of a traveling freight train
Are you trained, to go against
Dragging the industry by my fangs
AK clips, money and gold chains
You around with a P90 like it's the 90's
Bullet to your temple your homocide'll me

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

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

Lets hit the building gotta catch my check
it all to a 40 ounce to the neck
And in retrospect I remember December the hottest
cars, neighborhood wars and stolen monsters
I tell you mothafuckers that is full of hydraulics
Up and down, get 64 better know how to it
I'm on E with no license or registration
Heart racing past johnny because he's racist
1987, the children of Ronald Reagan raped the off your front porch
With a blow torch
He blowing on sess, hoping to the stress
He copping some blow hoping it can stretch
New born massacre, hoppin' out the
With cause your date coming
Run 'em them he gun em down
I'm hoping that you enough
Even the legs of Michael Johnson don't mean nothin'

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

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

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

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