Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Better Bring a Gun

[ 1: king tee ]
live on the street and they hustle for fame
Some kill for a livin, some cocaine
Because now a lifestyle and a full-time job
And if you in compton, it's like at mccobb
block to block everybody's bad
And if you don't know where you're at, your life's been had
Cause they walk in the street intentions to meet
Some lookin punk with fila on his feet
And if you try to act tough, well mr. tough, you're
Cause a family, if not, they're a crew
I'm here to give some advice (run!)
Cause if ever in compton, you better bring a gun

Yo, here come my mixmaster spade
Man, what's up,
Hey man, ain't you compton, man?
(ah yeah)
Alright man, em what's up, man
you used to do

[ verse 2: spade ]
I used to cut up the on the two turntables
Now I'm on the mic, cause I'm willin and able
I'm on the mic I take no slack
And everytime that you see me I'm a gat
I got .380s and .22s
You messs with me, I'm bust on you
I got a .357 and a
They me master spade, and tee's the king
Now is the city where the homeboys stay
in a different car everyday
Can't roll too hard, gotta watch my
Cause if I don't, I just get jacked
Now compton is a city of a fun
(can't walk down the
(can't walk the street
Can't walk down the without my gun)

[ female ]
Now you know this just don't make no sense

[ 3: king tee ]
Now the next place is kinda if you're walkin with your mother
can get shot if she wears the wrong color
They're all the old school, nobody's modern
The place I'm talkin is the nickerson gardens
You can get away with murder, cause they the cops
Cause said they tried to run a bumrush on watts
But they took control, slingers walk tall
While real gangbangers write their set on the wall
If I was you I wouldn't here, it's like hell
And if you get robbed, who you gonna
I'm only here for advice (run!)
And if you're in watts, you better bring a gun

[ verse 4: tee ]
Now you got a nice car a brand-new paintin
Rag top convertable with daytons
You decide to take a ride the crenshaw strip
You stop at the fat burgers to feed lip
You got your sounds bumpin, playin zapp and
A skeezer your way, you say, "let's take a ride"
So you're crenshaw with her, you're goin to bail
A brown cutlass up, they put a gauge to your head
They say, "(get our car) if you value your life
(and leave money) if you love your wife"
Now you're standin in the lookin like you're on crack
And you say to yourself: I believe I got jacked
You call the police because car they stole
But when you get in touch them, they put you on hold
car is gone, nothin could be done
So time you cruise crenshaw, you better bring a gun!

Alright, I wanna thank mixmaster spade for out to rock with me
(and greg mack) the mack
And I also wanna thank j-ro and sweet for comin out rockin
(and dj [name])
And I wanna thank scotty d, chris
And dj pooh, the gangster
(when he say beat em up he be bluffin)

And oh yeah, I somebody
Unknown!

(yo man
Who up that mcdonald's on central and rosecrans, du? )