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 of freedom while I roll my blunt
Cause the kids aint alright

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

woah wo-wo-wo-woah
Woah woah