Luyện nghe bài hát Under Attack

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

Chrous: the yellow tape nigga fosho,
Playa hatas infiltrate us niggas no,
Fools 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 your enemy on the evilest team,
all your c.r.e.a.m.,
Havin your 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 little jack horner,
Soldiers on my left right to die,
Infiltraters six feet our head to the sky,
Its a cold world tryin to watch my back,
Got these cold ass ready to ride and jack,
Shiit!! for the paper,
dreams and all,
Best be to hit the doo' when the one times call,
the picture it's still for the money son,
And if you're bailin' through you betta bring a gun,

2x

Verse2: bam
I my blow it could be fatal,
Get yo ass like potatoes and gravy,
Maybe with prctice you can fade me,
But I doubt it, up the compton time
And read about it, how my makes the front page
In a rage, in a concert blowin blunts on stage,
People swingin' on a and got the place packed
To the maximum capacity, people comin far and near,
To get a glimpse of these gang-bangers, playas and pimps, it out,
When we roll we rolls 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 know you nigga,
We gots to keep a eye fools under our backs,
Lock the gates sound the guns we under attack.

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