Luyện nghe bài hát Ronald Reagan Era

We're far good
Not from far
90 miles per down Compton Boulevard
the top down, screaming 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, nigga this sound like 30 under the compton court building
Hope the dogs smell it

Welcome to
so don't you ask me
I'm hungry my body's
I'll rip through your pantry
off like a? examine my orchestra
Granny said when I'm old
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 since Daddy
Take it vain, Vicodins couldn't the pain
Lightening bolts hit ya body, you thought it
Not a in sight, just the shit that I write strong enough
To stand in front of a traveling freight
Are you trained, to go Dracula
Dragging the record by my fangs
AK clips, money clips and gold
You walk around with a P90 it's the 90's
Bullet to temple your homocide'll remind me

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

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

Lets hit the county building gotta my check
Spend it all to a 40 ounce to the
And in retrospect I remember being the hottest
Squad cars, wars and stolen monsters
I tell you mothafuckers that life is of hydraulics
Up and down, get 64 better know how to it
I'm driving on E with no 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 some hoping that it can stretch
New born massacre, hoppin' out the
With calendars your date coming
Run 'em them he gun em down
I'm hoping you fast enough
Even the legs of Michael Johnson don't mean because

Them Compton crip niggas aint nothing to fuck
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 woop woopty woop
(California dungeons)
Whoopty whoop, woopty woop
Whoopty whoop, woop woopty woop woop
(California dungeons)

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

Can't detour you at war with your city
Why run
ride with me, just die with me
That gun store, right
When you fight, don't fight
you'll never win
Yeah yeah

Woah woah
Woah wo-wo-wo-woah