Luyện nghe bài hát Compton's Lynchin

Compton's lynchin, motherfuckers with a hook
So turn the on 80 as I start to cook
As my name stays when you're caught in the dark
I punk bitches and kill off all scary

So get a puff of the as Compton shit
And watch the A double M pop in a clip
And I'm all finished unloadin'
I set the timer to 8 seconds, start explodin'

So punk get shit in gear
Say your prayers, you're scared as Mike up the rear
Now you're caught in a trap and you escape
Made a bad mistake 'cause you the Eiht

You broke the penalty, punk start
And you're short, shorter than short, know I'm sayin'?
So back, sorry clown, you ain't hittin'
You gets no juice Compton's lynchin

Compton, no, don't, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers
Compton, no, please don't, now I'm lynchin

Fools gang way, no time to play pussy
is back to attack so don't push me
Don't try to play with my rhyme, you can't this
I'm from Compton so I don't give a if you ban this

I got you trapped in a motherfuckin' straight
I guess you just cant talk a clenched throat
So punk don't try to bargain with rhymes
Playin' me close mean you're crossin' Eiht's line

And that's not for your health
when it comes to Eiht and Mike, you'll get dealt with
The motherfuckin' power hour
No air to breath all the suckers, we devour

So up your dreams of makin' snaps
You won't make a penny with fucked up raps
So step or it's your title I'm clinchin'
Punk ass fool Compton's lynchin

Compton, no, please don't, now I'm motherfuckers
Compton, now a minute, hey man, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers
Compton, stop, stop, stop, stop, now I'm motherfuckers
Compton, now I'm lynchin

I guess I'll start droppin' these
'Cause they lyrics be offendin' me
So you can say Eiht's your worst enemy
So make tracks or your fuckin' hood, I'll blow down
One on one in the Compton streets we'll a showdown

And it comes to Eiht, it's quite simple
Put the trigger, bullet dead in your temple
No on why I did it
When ask, I tell 'em 'cause the punk bullshitted

So, now I leave his homie's in
I can't just stand here and trip off a who got beef
And the Eiht bullshittin' G
I got to kill off the before the sucker gets me

So raise the up 'cause the Eiht ain't trippin'
Before I let a sucker slide, he's already
And left is a sucker caught up in suspension
'em up G 'cause Compton's lynchin

Compton, no, don't, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers
Compton, stop, stop, stop, stop, now I'm lynchin

You give up? I see sweatin' like crazy
Eiht'll cool 'cause fool you tried to faze me
Your rhymes are washed up, your beats are
You're just a victim punk, get stuck

By a brother with a evil
And when I say kills, boy I meant this
And if caught in the crossfire, it's like that
I mean the of lyrics or the damn gatt

And geah, Eiht is
Teamin' up with the Mike on the sneak
So be to get gaffled in the mix
As my DJ Mike T fuck with the tricks

So flicks 'cause you're all on his dick
And it's makin' me sick as he to do a trick
So raise the fuck up, it's of your brain that I'm pinchin'
Word 'em up G, lynchin

Compton, oh oh , get ass up, what's up nigga?
Now I'm motherfuckers
Compton, shit, punk ass nigga, now I'm motherfuckers
Compton, surprise nigga, now I'm lynchin

Compton, Compton's in the house,
Compton's in the house, motherfuckers, now I'm lynchin
Compton's in the house,
Compton, now I'm lynchin