Luyện nghe bài hát Ronal Reagan Era

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

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

Welcome to
802s so you ask me
I'm hungry my antsy
I'll rip through fucking pantry
off like a? examine my orchestra
Granny when I'm old enough
I'll be to be all I can be
You niggas Camby, washed up
Pussy fix ya
I'm Mr. Marcus, you fucked, ugh
You ain't heard nothing harder since Daddy
Take it vain, Vicodins couldn't ease the
Lightening hit ya body, you thought it rained
Not a cloud in sight, the shit that I write strong enough
To stand in front of a traveling train
Are you trained, to go against
the record industry by my fangs
AK clips, money clips and chains
You walk around with a P90 like the 90's
Bullet to your your homocide'll remind me

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

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

Lets hit the county building catch my check
it all to a 40 ounce to the neck
And in retrospect I remember December being the
Squad cars, neighborhood wars and monsters
I tell you that life is full of hydraulics
Up and down, get 64 better how to drive it
I'm driving on E no license or registration
Heart racin' racing past johnny because he's
1987, the of Ronald Reagan raped the leaves off your front porch
With a machine blow
He on sess, hoping to ease the stress
He copping some blow hoping that it can
New born massacre, hoppin' out the
With calendars cause date coming
Run 'em down he gun em down
I'm hoping that you fast
the legs of Michael Johnson don't mean nothin' because

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

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

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

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

Woah wo-wo-wo-woah
Woah wo-wo-wo-woah