Luyện nghe bài hát Potential Victims

I pledge to the rag
Of the Westside Connection
And took a W for which it
One neighborhood, under
Invincible with [Incomprehensible]

Ice Cube, WCE and 10
The gangsta, the and the dope dealer

Got 'em, look nigga, you fit the
is dedicated to potential victims
'Coz who's the fiction, ain't no
Too much bitching, get your ass into submission

To all my white niggaz, to all my light
To all my dark niggaz, I'm tryin' to spark
I want to shot niggaz, not to niggaz
Fuck the niggaz, I want your heart niggaz

The 'hood sine able, carnage and hymeneal, prep nigga
Prosecuted making your brain sweat, nigga
And Crocker is the Westside nickel
proud of you bitches of the backward window, yeah

From Mo Jay, to MJ and Tyson
fucked up Saddam like my nigga gangsta mind
You don't have to be a to fill the per tarn
Don't the double-u, victims of the rare black and blue

I kick's in the door, wavin' a
I'm mad as fuck, breathin' hard as a
Attitude's unpredictable, is boratic
Could snap at any time, and right now, I ain't had it,

no mistake about it
Your has just been threatened
Threatened, threatened,

To all my white niggaz, to all my niggaz
To all my dark niggaz, I'm to spark niggaz
I want to niggaz, not to mark niggaz
Fuck the park niggaz, I want your niggaz

Got 'em, look nigga, you fit the
This is to potential victims
Because the fiction, ain't no fiction
Too much bitching, get your ass beat into

I the camera, fuckin' up the camera, was working the things
Like holdin' was drama, dirt up my
Mo money, mo drama, my nigga the hype, flash the light
I'm Dub-C to the afterlife, come on

You hard, act hard, in the backyard
Front yard, lunch card, but the nigga run
I run yards, guards, nigga so large
If I get caught, no charge

Here a westcoast gangsta in cagey and creases
Plus a pink slip nigga, you is leases
My wife, Bentley got peanut butter like Reece's
Blood peeled is red like endangered species, fucker

In his age of terror, is the killer
One thing constant
The Westside Connection

You might as keep it gangsta
They've got us all surveillance

Bitch, you know the
World motherfucking

To all my white niggaz, to all my light
To all my niggaz, I'm tryin' to spark niggaz
I to shot niggaz, not to mark niggaz
Fuck the niggaz, I want your heart niggaz

Too lost
Too lost