Luyện nghe bài hát Flatline

Thug shit, check out
Compton,
I don't think heard me on this one
I compton, nigga!
how we doin it
Regulating for all the
West side, nigga, gangstas, you know I'm sayin'
this out
I said I dig into yo' body, you the flatline
Comtpon, where we from,
Compton, all day,
We gon' start it like
this out

Way back 4-4's years in the pen
.38 with handles and a fifth with gin
Let me begin, before the days of sins
I was a lil' knucklehead getting in
Till I die c.p.t., can't budge me
Kill a for the neighborhood, can't judge me
I'm lettin' the spit, y'all fools catchin' some slugs
I regulate, servin' you way that thug
You know if you're slippin' you get up in the mud
over your spot, pushin' china white and bud
The devious, the mind blowin', the
Christmas everyday in the hood, I it snowin
hot like that where I'm from
You bitches to test, you meet the m-1
From sun up, nigga, to sun
I pull out, your gat go
Bitches, I run town, up?

I I dig into yo' body, you catch the flatline...

Y'all start runnin' and screamin' and
And yellin' and slippin' and
you see the tec-9 buckin'
Stagger motherfuckers, make em wish they hid
Spittin, call me the fuckin' billy the kid
You be layin on your back tryin' to yo' breath
Life to flash, now you're nearing death
What's left, bitch? you see the glock tickin'
Die, as I blast one more you stop
Flee the scene to my next to
Call back to the house, so fly in ends
Just made a real trip to the pen
And in another town I the same trend
I sets up 'cause your ass is done
Hoo-bang all day, my uzi a ton
Ain't no fun if you don't none
Ricochet off shoulder blade, nigga, you're numb
C'mon,

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My got me caught in a twist, I can't cope
I reminisce on the days in the hood slangin'
Certain yo' ass couldn't float
And if you caught slippin', then fool, that's all she
I like the life while dippin' blocks heats
I'm ready in a second to stop yo'
Fuckin' around in the hood, with hoes
Violators hit the blocks, we hittin' the
Y'all ain't caught us slippin', only wasted your
We back through, dumps with the 4-4
Hollows come out the chamber
Express my anger, never run from
Servin mo' yayo, from the ranger
Die by the hand of the unknown
My position is stick, situation is
I with real muthafuckas and hit licks
The compton lunatic, way too
Conflict you pick, the 9 click, c'mon

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Comtpon all day
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