Luyện nghe bài hát Under Attack

Heeeyyy, uhh, half ounce in yo
Check it out, half ounce in the

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

1:
no chances,
End with up that circumstances,
Keeps a composure,
One time's those glances,
Who your enemy on the evilest team,
Racketeerin all c.r.e.a.m.,
Havin your bad dreams,
for all the amigos
And the sistas,
How ya us now,
Competitas bow,
Ain't nothin' top straight corner to corner,
Keeps my hand in the pie like little horner,
on my left right ready to die,
Infiltraters six feet keeps our to the sky,
Its a cold cruel world to watch my back,
Got these cold ass thugs to ride and jack,
Shiit!! for the paper,
dreams and all,
Best be ready to hit the doo' the one times call,
Gots the it's still 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 like and gravy,
Maybe with some you can fade me,
But I doubt it, up the compton time
And about it, how my crew makes the front page
In a rage, in a concert blowin blunts on stage,
swingin' on a chasity and got the place packed
To the capacity, people comin from far and near,
To get a glimpse of these gang-bangers, playas and pimps, it out,
When we roll we rolls thick like some ass hair,
Straight smoke up in the air,
So get it nigga,
Boom-bam and nigga,(geeyyaa),
yo' game from the start nigga,
We know you nigga,
We gots to keep a close eye under our backs,
Lock the sound the guns 'causez we under attack.

Verse3: mc
watch out for the murder 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.,
First if you tryin' to bring harm to me,
case catcher to the first degree,
Like the ginger bread man y'all can't me,
On the run stilla nigga held no cells,
Keeps two steps ahead, no for feds,
taps instead, on the celluar phone,
Dumb as fuck 'causez they don't the number was called,
Outta the country, d.a. on the yall,
Me and a little senortia on my side the heater,
Sweeter the rest, paid pounds at gate sippin,
While to the u.s.a.,