Luyện nghe bài hát Under Attack

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

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

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

2x

Verse2: bam
I deliever my blow it be fatal,
Get yo ass smashed like and gravy,
Maybe with some you can fade me,
But I it, picked up the compton time
And read about it, how my crew the front page
In a rage, in a live concert blunts on stage,
People swingin' on a and got the place packed
To the maximum capacity, comin from far and near,
To get a of these gang-bangers, playas and pimps, check it out,
we roll we rolls thick like some nappy ass hair,
Straight chronic up in the air,
So get it nigga,
Boom-bam and nigga,(geeyyaa),
Peeped yo' from the start nigga,
We know you nigga,
We gots to a close eye fools under our backs,
Lock the gates sound the 'causez we under attack.

Verse3: mc
Betta' watch out for the I wrote, black super spokes
Black stars and a leather coat, on a mission,
Dead presidents I gots to stackin, enemies can't see the
In my jacket, best raise up I set it off on g.p.,
rule if you tryin' to bring harm to me,
Felony case to the first degree,
Like the ginger man y'all can't catch me,
On the run stilla nigga no jail cells,
Keeps two ahead, no traces for feds,
taps instead, on the celluar phone,
Dumb as 'causez they don't know the number was called,
the country, d.a. on the payroll yall,
Me and a senortia on my side the black heater,
Sweeter than the rest, pounds at gate sippin,
While to the u.s.a.,