Luyện nghe bài hát Ronald Reagan Era

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

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

Welcome to
so don't you ask me
I'm hungry my body's
I'll rip through your pantry
Peeling off like a? examine my
Granny said I'm old enough
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 nothing harder Daddy Kane
Take it vain, Vicodins couldn't ease the
bolts hit ya body, you thought it rained
Not a in sight, just the shit that I write strong enough
To in front of a traveling freight train
Are you trained, to go against
Dragging the record by my fangs
AK clips, money clips and chains
You walk around with a P90 like it's the
Bullet to your temple homocide'll remind me

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

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

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

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

whoop, woopty woop woop
Whoopty whoop, woopty woopty 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, fight fair
you'll never win

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

woah wo-wo-wo-woah
Woah woah