Luyện nghe bài hát Ronald Reagan Era

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

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

to vigilante
802s so you ask me
I'm hungry my body's
I'll rip through fucking pantry
Peeling off like a? examine my
Granny said I'm old enough
be sure to be all I can be
You niggas Camby, washed up
Pussy fix ya
I'm Mr. Marcus, you fucked, ugh
You ain't heard nothing harder Daddy Kane
Take it vain, Vicodins couldn't ease the
Lightening hit ya body, you thought it rained
Not a cloud in sight, just the shit I write strong enough
To stand in front of a freight train
Are you trained, to go Dracula
the record industry by my fangs
AK clips, money and gold chains
You walk around with a P90 it's the 90's
Bullet to your temple homocide'll remind me

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

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

Lets hit the county building catch my check
it all to a 40 ounce to the neck
And in retrospect I remember December the hottest
Squad cars, wars and stolen monsters
I tell you mothafuckers that life is full of
Up and down, get 64 know how to drive it
I'm driving on E no license or registration
racin' racing past johnny because he's racist
1987, the children of Ronald Reagan raped the off your front porch
With a machine torch
He blowing on sess, hoping to the stress
He copping some blow hoping it can stretch
New born massacre, hoppin' out the
With calendars cause your 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 nothing to with
Piru's aint nothing to fuck with
Compton es?'s nothin' to fuck with
But they fuck with me and I love it

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

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

Woah woah
Woah woah