Luyện nghe bài hát Potential Victims

I allegiance to the rag
Of the United Connection
And a W for which it stands
One neighborhood, under
Invincible with luxuries

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

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

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

The 'hood sine able, carnage and hymeneal, prep nigga
from making your brain sweat, nigga
And Crocker sense is the nickel
We're of you bitches of the backward window, yeah

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

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

Make no mistake it
Your life has been threatened
Threatened, threatened,

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

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

I clocked the camera, fuckin' up the camera, was working the
Like holdin' was drama, up my name
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, card, but the nigga run hard
I run yards, punk guards, so large
If I get caught, nigga no

Here come a gangsta in cagey and creases
Plus a pink nigga, you punks is leases
My wife, Bentley got peanut butter guts like
peeled niggaz is red like endangered species, fucker

In his age of terror, fear is the
One remains constant
The Westside Connection

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

Bitch, you the side
motherfucking wide

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
the park niggaz, I want your heart niggaz

Too many
Too many