Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Better Bring a Gun

[ verse 1: tee ]
They live on the street and they for fame
Some kill for a livin, sling cocaine
Because it's now a lifestyle and a job
And if you live in compton, it's at mccobb
block to block everybody's bad
And if you don't know you're at, then your life's been had
Cause they walk in the street with to meet
Some sappy 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 advice advice (run!)
Cause if you're ever in compton, you better a gun

Yo, here my homeboy mixmaster spade
Man, up, man?
Hey man, you from compton, man?
(ah yeah)
man, tell em what's up, man
What you to do

[ verse 2: mixmaster ]
I to cut up the beat on the two turntables
Now I'm rappin on the mic, cause I'm willin and
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 too hard, gotta watch my back
Cause if I don't, I just get jacked
Now compton is a city of a fun
(can't down the street
(can't down the street
Can't walk the stree without my gun)

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

[ 3: king tee ]
Now the next is kinda risky if you're walkin with your mother
Y'all can get shot if she wears the color
They're all from the old school, nobody's
The place I'm 'bout is the nickerson gardens
You can get with murder, cause they murdered the cops
Cause they said they tried to run a on watts
But took control, slingers walk real tall
While 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 tell?
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 convertable with daytons
You decide to a ride down the crenshaw strip
You stop at the fat burgers to feed lip
You got sounds bumpin, playin zapp and vibe
A skeezer your way, you say, "let's take a ride"
So you're cruisin crenshaw with her, you're goin to
A brown cutlass pulls up, they put a to your head
say, "(get our your car) if you value your life
(and your money) if you love your wife"
Now you're in the street lookin like you're on crack
And you say to I can't believe I got jacked
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 next time you cruise crenshaw, you better a gun!

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

And oh yeah, I forgot
Unknown!

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