Luyện nghe bài hát Ronald Reagan Era

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

woah wo-wo-wo-woah
Woah woah