Luyện nghe bài hát Under Attack

Heeeyyy, uhh, half in yo mouth
Check it out, half in the house

Chrous: bring the yellow nigga fosho,
Playa hatas infiltrate us hell no,
ready to die,
be afraid,
Bring your gun and your sac 'causez we attack,

1:
no chances,
End up that least circumstances,
Keeps a composure,
One takin those glances,
Who your enemy on the evilest team,
all your c.r.e.a.m.,
Havin worst bad dreams,
Pesos for all the
And the sistas,
How ya us now,
Competitas bow,
Ain't top dollar straight corner to corner,
my hand in the pie like little jack horner,
Soldiers on my left ready to die,
Infiltraters six feet our head to the sky,
Its a cold cruel world tryin to my back,
Got these cold ass thugs ready to and jack,
Shiit!! for the paper,
dreams and all,
Best be to hit the doo' when the one times call,
Gots the picture it's for the money son,
And if you're bailin' through compton you bring a gun,

2x

Verse2: bam
I my blow it could be fatal,
Get yo ass smashed potatoes and gravy,
Maybe with some prctice you can me,
But I doubt it, picked up the time
And read about it, how my crew makes the front
In a rage, in a live concert blowin on stage,
People on a chasity and got the place packed
To the maximum capacity, people from far and near,
To get a glimpse of these gang-bangers, and pimps, check it out,
When we we rolls thick like some nappy ass hair,
chronic smoke up in the air,
So get it nigga,
Boom-bam and nigga,(geeyyaa),
yo' game from the start nigga,
We you fake nigga,
We gots to keep a close eye under our backs,
Lock the gates sound the guns we under attack.

Verse3: mc
Betta' out for the murder I wrote, black super spokes
Black and a black leather coat, on a mission,
Dead presidents I to stackin, enemies can't see the ya-ya
In my jacket, best raise up I set it off on g.p.,
First rule if you to bring harm to me,
Felony case catcher to the degree,
Like the ginger man y'all can't catch me,
On the run stilla nigga no jail cells,
two steps ahead, no traces for feds,
Phone instead, on the celluar phone,
as fuck 'causez they don't know the number was called,
Outta the country, d.a. on the yall,
Me and a little on my side the black heater,
Sweeter the rest, paid pounds at gate sippin,
shippin to the u.s.a.,