Luyện nghe bài hát Ronal Reagan Era

We're far from
Not from far
90 miles per down Compton Boulevard
With the top down, screaming we don't give a
my 40 ounce of freedom while I roll my blunt
Cause the kids aint alright

Oh shit
bout to happen
Nigga this shit, nigga this like 30 keys under the compton court building
the dogs don't smell it

Welcome to
802s so you ask me
I'm my body's antsy
I'll rip through fucking pantry
Peeling off like a? examine my
Granny said when I'm old
I'll be to be all I can be
You niggas Camby, washed up
fix ya panties
I'm Mr. Marcus, you fucked, ugh
You ain't heard harder since Daddy Kane
Take it vain, Vicodins couldn't the pain
bolts hit ya body, you thought it rained
Not a cloud in sight, just the shit I write strong enough
To stand in of a traveling freight train
Are you trained, to go Dracula
the record industry by my fangs
AK clips, money and gold chains
You walk around a P90 like it's the 90's
Bullet to your your homocide'll remind me

Them Compton crip niggas aint nothing to with
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, woop woopty woop woop
(California dungeons)
Whoopty whoop, woop woop
Whoopty whoop, woopty woopty woop woop
(California dungeons)

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

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

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

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

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

Woah woah
Woah wo-wo-wo-woah