Luyện nghe bài hát Ronald Reagan Era

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

Oh shit
bout to happen
Nigga this shit, nigga this like 30 keys under the compton court building
the dogs don't smell 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? my orchestra
Granny when I'm old enough
I'll be to be all I can be
You niggas Marcus Camby, up
Pussy fix ya
I'm Mr. Marcus, you fucked, ugh
You ain't heard nothing harder since Daddy
it vain, Vicodins couldn't ease the pain
Lightening hit ya body, you thought it rained
Not a cloud in sight, just the shit I write strong enough
To in front of a traveling freight train
Are you trained, to go against
Dragging the record industry by my
AK clips, money clips and chains
You walk around with a P90 it's the 90's
Bullet to temple your homocide'll remind me

Them crip niggas aint nothing to fuck with
Piru's 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 woopty woop
(California dungeons)
whoop, woopty woop woop
Whoopty whoop, woopty woopty woop woop
(California dungeons)

Lets hit the county building gotta catch my
it all to a 40 ounce to the neck
And in I remember December being the hottest
Squad cars, neighborhood wars and stolen
I tell you that life is full of hydraulics
Up and down, get 64 better how to drive it
I'm driving on E with no or registration
Heart racing past johnny because he's racist
1987, the children of Ronald Reagan raped the off your 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 your coming
Run 'em them he gun em down
I'm hoping that you fast
Even the legs of Michael don't mean nothin' because

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

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, fight fair
Cause you'll win

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

woah wo-wo-wo-woah
Woah wo-wo-wo-woah