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 cocaine
Because it's now a lifestyle and a job
And if you in compton, it's like at mccobb
From to block everybody's bad
And if you don't know where you're at, then your 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, mr. tough, you're through
everybody's a family, if not, they're a crew
I'm here to give 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 compton, man?
(ah yeah)
man, tell em what's up, man
What you to do

[ 2: mixmaster spade ]
I used to cut up the 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 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
They call me spade, and tee's the king
Now compton is the city the homeboys stay
Rollin in a car everyday
Can't roll too hard, gotta my back
Cause if I don't, I just might get
Now compton is a city of a fun
(can't walk the street
(can't walk the street
Can't walk the stree without my gun)

[ female ]
Now you know this just make no kinda sense

[ verse 3: tee ]
Now the place is kinda risky if you're walkin with your mother
Y'all can get shot if she the wrong color
They're all the old school, nobody's modern
The place I'm talkin 'bout is the gardens
You can get away with murder, cause they murdered the
Cause they said tried to run a bumrush on watts
But they took control, slingers walk tall
While real down gangbangers write set on the wall
If I was you I wouldn't visit here, it's hell
And if you get robbed, who you tell?
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 with a paintin
Rag top convertable all-gold daytons
You decide to take a ride down the strip
You stop at the fat burgers to your lip
You got sounds bumpin, playin zapp and vibe
A skeezer your way, you say, "let's take a ride"
So you're cruisin with her, you're goin to bail
A brown pulls up, they put a gauge to your head
They say, "(get our your car) if you value life
(and leave your money) if you your wife"
Now you're standin in the street lookin like you're on
And you say to yourself: I can't believe I got
You call the police because car they stole
But you get in touch with them, they put you on hold
Your car is gone, nothin could be
So next you cruise crenshaw, you better bring a gun!

Alright, I wanna thank mixmaster spade for comin out to rock me
(and mack) the mack attack
And I also wanna thank j-ro and sweet tooth for comin out
(and dj [name])
And I wanna thank scotty d, cold-crush
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 mcdonald's on central and rosecrans, du? )