Luyện nghe bài hát Ronald Reagan Era

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

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

to vigilante
802s so you ask me
I'm hungry my body's
I'll rip through fucking pantry
Peeling off like a? my orchestra
said when I'm old enough
I'll be 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 nothing harder since Kane
Take it vain, Vicodins couldn't ease the
bolts hit ya body, you thought it rained
Not a cloud in sight, the shit that I write strong enough
To in front of a traveling freight train
Are you trained, to go Dracula
Dragging the record industry by my
AK clips, clips and gold chains
You walk around with a P90 like the 90's
Bullet to your temple your homocide'll me

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

whoop, woopty woop woop
Whoopty whoop, woopty woopty woop woop
(California dungeons)
whoop, woopty 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 remember December being the
Squad cars, wars 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 no license or registration
Heart racing past johnny because he's racist
1987, the children of Ronald raped the leaves off your front porch
With a machine blow
He blowing on sess, hoping to ease the
He copping blow hoping that it can stretch
New massacre, hoppin' out the passenger
With calendars cause your date
Run 'em down he gun em down
I'm hoping you fast enough
Even the legs of Michael don't mean nothin' because

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

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

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

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

Woah woah
woah wo-wo-wo-woah