Luyện nghe bài hát Potential Victims

I allegiance to the rag
Of the United Westside
And a W for which it stands
One neighborhood, under
with luxuries [Incomprehensible]

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

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

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

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

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

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

Make no about it
life has just been threatened
Threatened, threatened,

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

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

I clocked the camera, up the camera, was working the things
holdin' was drama, dirt up my name
Mo money, mo drama, my nigga fuck the hype, the light
I'm connected to the afterlife, come on

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

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

In his age of terror, is the killer
One thing remains
The motherfucking Connection

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

Bitch, you the side
World wide

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

Too many
Too lost