Luyện nghe bài hát Compton's Lynchin

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

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

So punk get your in gear
Say your prayers, you're scared as Mike brings up the
Now you're caught in a and you can't escape
a bad mistake 'cause you dissed the Eiht

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

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

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

I got you trapped in a motherfuckin' coat
I guess you just cant with a clenched throat
So punk try to bargain with your rhymes
Playin' me close will mean you're Eiht's line

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

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

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 lynchin
Compton, now I'm lynchin

I guess start droppin' these fools
'Cause lyrics be like offendin' me
So you can say Eiht's your worst enemy
So tracks or it's your fuckin' hood, I'll blow down
One on one in the Compton streets have 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 tell 'em 'cause the punk

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

So raise the fuck up 'cause the ain't trippin'
Before I let a sucker slide, he's already
And what's left is a sucker caught up in
'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 up? I see you're sweatin' like crazy
Eiht'll stay cool 'cause fool you to faze me
Your rhymes are washed up, beats are fucked
You're a victim punk, you'll get stuck

By a brother 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 damn

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

So take flicks 'cause all on his dick
And it's makin' me 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 lynchin
Compton, shit, punk ass nigga, now I'm lynchin
Compton, surprise nigga, now I'm lynchin

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