Luyện nghe bài hát Under Attack

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

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

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

2x

Verse2: bam
I deliever my blow it be fatal,
Get yo ass like potatoes and gravy,
with some prctice you can fade me,
But I doubt it, picked up the compton
And read about it, how my crew the front page
In a rage, in a live blowin blunts on stage,
People swingin' on a chasity and got the place
To the capacity, people comin from far and near,
To get a glimpse of these gang-bangers, and pimps, check it out,
When we roll we rolls like some nappy ass hair,
Straight chronic up in the air,
So get it nigga,
and eiht nigga,(geeyyaa),
Peeped yo' 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 stars and a leather coat, on a mission,
Dead presidents I gots to stackin, enemies can't see the
In my jacket, best up before I set it off on g.p.,
First rule if you tryin' to harm to me,
Felony catcher to the first 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 instead, on the celluar phone,
Dumb as fuck they don't know the number was called,
the country, d.a. on the payroll yall,
Me and a little on my side the black heater,
Sweeter than the rest, pounds at gate sippin,
shippin to the u.s.a.,