Luyện nghe bài hát Under Attack

Heeeyyy, uhh, half ounce in yo
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 gun and your sac 'causez we under attack,

1:
no chances,
End with up least circumstances,
Keeps a composure,
One time's those glances,
Who be's your 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,
nothin' top dollar straight corner to corner,
Keeps my hand in the pie little jack horner,
Soldiers on my right ready to die,
Infiltraters six feet our head to the sky,
Its a cruel world tryin to watch my back,
Got these cold ass thugs to ride and jack,
Shiit!! for the paper,
Street and all,
Best be ready to hit the doo' the one times call,
Gots the picture still for the money son,
And if you're bailin' through compton you betta a gun,

2x

Verse2: bam
I deliever my it could be fatal,
Get yo ass smashed potatoes and gravy,
Maybe with some you can fade 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 of these gang-bangers, playas and pimps, check it out,
we roll we rolls thick like some nappy ass hair,
Straight smoke up in the air,
So get it nigga,
Boom-bam and nigga,(geeyyaa),
Peeped yo' game from the nigga,
We you fake nigga,
We gots to keep a close eye under our backs,
Lock the gates sound the 'causez we under attack.

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