Luyện nghe bài hát Ronald Reagan Era

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

Oh shit
Somethin' to happen
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 antsy
I'll rip your fucking pantry
off like a? examine my orchestra
Granny said when I'm old
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 since Daddy Kane
Take it vain, Vicodins couldn't ease the
Lightening bolts hit ya body, you it rained
Not a cloud in sight, just the shit that I write strong
To stand in front of a traveling train
Are you trained, to go Dracula
Dragging the record industry by my
AK clips, clips and gold chains
You walk around a P90 like it's the 90's
Bullet to your temple your homocide'll me

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

whoop, woopty woop woop
Whoopty whoop, woopty woopty woop woop
(California dungeons)
whoop, woopty 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 December being the hottest
Squad cars, neighborhood wars and monsters
I tell you mothafuckers life is full 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
a machine blow torch
He blowing on sess, hoping to ease the
He copping some hoping that it can stretch
New massacre, hoppin' out the passenger
With calendars cause your date
Run 'em down he gun em down
I'm hoping you fast enough
Even the of Michael Johnson don't mean nothin' because

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

Whoopty whoop, woop woop
Whoopty whoop, woopty woop woopty woop
(California dungeons)
Whoopty whoop, woop 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, there
you fight, don't fight fair
Cause you'll win

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

Woah woah
Woah woah