Luyện nghe bài hát Ronald Reagan Era

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

Oh shit
bout to happen
Nigga this shit, nigga this sound like 30 keys under the compton court
the dogs don't smell it

Welcome to
802s so you ask me
I'm hungry my body's
I'll rip through your pantry
Peeling off a? examine my orchestra
Granny said when I'm old
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 since Daddy
Take it vain, Vicodins couldn't the pain
bolts hit ya body, you thought it rained
Not a cloud in sight, just the shit that I strong enough
To stand in front of a traveling train
Are you trained, to go against
Dragging the record industry by my
AK clips, money clips and gold
You around with a P90 like it's the 90's
to your temple your homocide'll remind me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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