Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Better Bring a Gun

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

Yo, here come my homeboy mixmaster
Man, up, man?
Hey man, ain't you from compton,
(ah yeah)
man, tell em what's up, man
What you to do

[ verse 2: mixmaster ]
I used to cut up the beat on the two
Now I'm rappin on the mic, I'm willin and able
When I'm on the mic I take no
And that you see me I'm tearin a gat
I got .380s and .22s
You messs with me, I'm bust on you
I got a .357 and a
call me master spade, and tee's the king
Now compton is the city 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 is a city of a lotta fun
(can't down the street
(can't walk down the
Can't walk down the stree my gun)

[ voice ]
Now you know just don't make no kinda sense

[ 3: king tee ]
Now the next place is kinda risky if you're walkin with your
Y'all can get if she wears the wrong color
all from the old school, nobody's modern
The place I'm talkin 'bout is the gardens
You can get away with murder, cause murdered the cops
Cause they said tried to run a bumrush on watts
But they took control, slingers walk tall
real down gangbangers write their set on the wall
If I was you I visit here, it's like hell
And if you get robbed, who you gonna
I'm here for advice advice (run!)
And if you're ever in watts, you bring a gun

[ verse 4: tee ]
Now you got a nice car a brand-new paintin
Rag top with all-gold daytons
You decide to take a ride down the crenshaw
You stop at the fat burgers to feed lip
You got your sounds bumpin, playin and vibe
A skeezer comes your way, you say, "let's a ride"
So you're cruisin crenshaw with her, goin to bail
A brown cutlass pulls up, put a gauge to your head
say, "(get our your car) if you value your life
(and leave your money) if you your wife"
Now you're standin in the street lookin like on crack
And you say to yourself: I can't believe I got
You call the because your 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 mixmaster spade for comin out to rock with me
(and greg mack) the attack
And I also wanna thank j-ro and sweet tooth for out rockin
(and dj [name])
And I wanna scotty d, cold-crush chris
And dj pooh, the hip-hop
(when he say em up he don't be bluffin)

And oh yeah, I forgot
Unknown!

(yo man
Who blew up that on central and rosecrans, du? )