Luyện nghe bài hát Ronald Reagan Era

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

Oh shit
bout to happen
Nigga this shit, nigga this sound like 30 keys under the compton court
Hope the dogs smell it

Welcome to
802s so you ask me
I'm my body's antsy
I'll rip your fucking pantry
off like a? examine my orchestra
Granny said I'm old enough
I'll be to be all I can be
You niggas Camby, washed up
fix ya panties
I'm Mr. Marcus, you fucked, ugh
You ain't heard nothing harder since Daddy
Take it vain, Vicodins couldn't ease the
Lightening bolts hit ya body, you 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
the record industry by my fangs
AK clips, money clips and chains
You walk around with a P90 like the 90's
Bullet to temple your homocide'll remind me

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

Whoopty whoop, woop woop
whoop, woopty woop woopty woop woop
(California dungeons)
Whoopty whoop, woopty 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 retrospect I remember December being the
cars, neighborhood wars and stolen monsters
I tell you that life is full of hydraulics
Up and down, get 64 know how to drive it
I'm on E with no license or registration
Heart racin' racing past johnny because racist
1987, the children of Ronald Reagan the leaves off your front porch
a machine blow torch
He on sess, hoping to ease the stress
He copping some blow hoping it can stretch
New massacre, hoppin' out the passenger
With calendars cause your date
Run 'em them he gun em down
I'm hoping that you enough
Even the legs of Michael Johnson don't mean because

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

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

Can't detour when you at war with city
Why run
ride with me, just die with me
That gun store, there
When you fight, don't fair
you'll never win

Can't detour you at war with your city
Why run
Just with me, just die with me
gun store, right there
When you fight, don't fight
Cause you'll win
Yeah yeah

Woah woah
woah wo-wo-wo-woah