Luyện nghe bài hát Ronald Reagan Era

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

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

Welcome to
802s so you ask me
I'm my body's antsy
I'll rip through your fucking
off like a? examine 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 Kane
Take it vain, Vicodins couldn't ease the
Lightening bolts hit ya body, you it rained
Not a in sight, just the shit that 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 and gold chains
You walk around with a P90 like it's the
Bullet to temple your homocide'll remind me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

woah wo-wo-wo-woah
Woah woah