Luyện nghe bài hát Ronald Reagan Era

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

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

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

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

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

Lets hit the county building gotta my check
Spend it all to a 40 ounce to the
And in retrospect I December being the hottest
Squad cars, wars and stolen monsters
I you mothafuckers 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
Heart racin' racing past johnny because racist
1987, the children of Ronald Reagan the leaves off your front porch
a machine blow torch
He blowing on sess, hoping to the stress
He copping some blow hoping it can stretch
New born massacre, out the passenger
With calendars cause date coming
Run 'em down he gun em down
I'm hoping that you enough
Even the legs of Michael Johnson don't mean nothin'

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

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

Can't detour 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 with your
Why run
Just with me, just die with me
That gun store, there
you fight, don't fight fair
Cause never win
Yeah yeah

Woah woah
woah wo-wo-wo-woah