Luyện nghe bài hát Ronald Reagan Era

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

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

to vigilante
802s so you ask me
I'm my body's antsy
rip through your fucking pantry
Peeling off like a? my orchestra
said when I'm old enough
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 ain't heard nothing harder Daddy Kane
Take it vain, Vicodins ease the pain
Lightening bolts hit ya body, you thought it
Not a cloud in sight, the shit that I write strong enough
To in front of a traveling freight train
Are you trained, to go against
the record industry by my fangs
AK clips, money and gold chains
You walk around a P90 like it's the 90's
Bullet to your temple your remind me

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

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

Lets hit the county building gotta catch my
Spend it all to a 40 ounce to the
And in retrospect I remember being the hottest
Squad cars, neighborhood wars and 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 racin' past johnny because he's racist
1987, the children of Ronald raped the leaves off your front porch
With a blow torch
He blowing on sess, hoping to ease the
He copping blow hoping that it can stretch
New massacre, hoppin' out the passenger
With calendars cause your coming
Run 'em down them he gun em
I'm hoping that you fast
Even the legs of Michael Johnson don't nothin' because

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

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

Can't when you at war with your city
Why run
Just ride with me, die with me
That gun store, right
you fight, don't fight fair
Cause never win

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

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