Luyện nghe bài hát Compton's Lynchin

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

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

So get your shit in gear
Say your prayers, you're scared as brings up the rear
Now you're in a trap and you can't escape
Made a bad mistake you dissed the Eiht

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

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

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

I got you trapped in a motherfuckin' coat
I guess you just cant with a clenched throat
So punk don't try to with your rhymes
Playin' me close will mean you're crossin' line

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

So hang up your of makin' snaps
You won't a penny with your fucked up raps
So step back or it's your I'm clinchin'
Punk ass 'cause Compton's lynchin

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

I guess start droppin' these fools
'Cause they lyrics be like me
So you can say that Eiht's your enemy
So make tracks or it's your fuckin' hood, I'll blow
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 they ask, I 'em 'cause the punk bullshitted

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

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

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

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

By a with a evil vengeance
And when I say Eiht kills, boy I this
And if you're caught in the crossfire, it's that
I mean the shootin' of lyrics or the gatt

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

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

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

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