Luyện nghe bài hát Ronald Reagan Era

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

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

to vigilante
802s so you ask me
I'm hungry my antsy
rip through your fucking pantry
Peeling off like a? my orchestra
Granny said I'm old enough
be sure to be all I can be
You Marcus Camby, washed up
Pussy fix ya
I'm Mr. Marcus, you fucked, ugh
You ain't nothing harder since Daddy Kane
Take it vain, couldn't ease 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 against
Dragging the industry by my fangs
AK clips, clips and gold chains
You walk around with a P90 like it's the
Bullet to your your homocide'll remind me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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