Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Better Bring a Gun

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

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

[ verse 2: spade ]
I to cut up the beat on the two turntables
Now I'm rappin on the mic, cause I'm 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 gonna on you
I got a .357 and a
call me master spade, and tee's the king
Now compton is the city where the homeboys
in a different car everyday
Can't too hard, gotta watch my back
Cause if I don't, I just might get
Now compton is a city of a fun
(can't down the street
(can't walk the street
Can't walk down the without my gun)

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

[ 3: king tee ]
Now the place is kinda risky if you're walkin with your mother
Y'all can get shot if she the wrong color
all from the old school, nobody's modern
The place I'm talkin 'bout is the nickerson
You can get away with murder, cause they the cops
Cause they they tried to run a bumrush on watts
But they took control, slingers walk tall
While real down gangbangers write their set on the
If I was you I visit here, it's like hell
And if you get robbed, who you tell?
I'm only here for 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 convertable all-gold daytons
You decide to take a ride down the strip
You at the fat burgers to feed your lip
You got your sounds bumpin, playin and vibe
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 pulls up, they put a gauge to your
They say, "(get our your car) if you value your
(and leave your money) if you your wife"
Now you're in the street lookin like you're on crack
And you say to yourself: I can't believe I got
You call the police because car they stole
But when you get in touch with them, they put you on
Your car is gone, could be done
So next you cruise crenshaw, you better bring a gun!

Alright, I wanna thank mixmaster for comin out to rock with me
(and greg mack) the mack
And I also thank j-ro and sweet tooth for comin out rockin
(and dj [name])
And I wanna scotty d, cold-crush chris
And dj pooh, the gangster
(when he say em up he don't be bluffin)

And oh yeah, I somebody
Unknown!

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