Luyện nghe bài hát Flatline

Thug shit, check out
Compton,
I think they 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 catch the
Comtpon, we from, nigga?
Compton, all day,
We start it like this
this out

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

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

Y'all start runnin' and and pushin'
And yellin' and slippin' and
When you see the tec-9
Stagger them motherfuckers, make em wish hid
Spittin, call me the ghetto billy the kid
You be layin on your back tryin' to yo' breath
Life starts to flash, now nearing death
What's left, bitch? you see the starts tickin'
Die, as I blast one more you kickin'
the scene to my next to akin
Call to the house, so they fly in ends
Just made a real close to the pen
And in another I start 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
off your 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 territories yo' ass couldn't
And if you caught slippin', then fool, that's all she
I like the life while dippin' blocks heats
I'm in a second to stop yo' heartbeat
around in the hood, smokin' with hoes
Violators hit the blocks, we the floors
Y'all ain't caught us slippin', only your ammo
We dips back through, dumps the 4-4
Hollows out the dark chamber
Express my anger, never run from
mo' yayo, dash from the ranger
Die by the hand of the stranger
My is stick, situation is thick
I ride with real and hit licks
The lunatic, way too sick
Conflict you pick, hear the 9 click,

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Comtpon all day
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