Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Better Bring a Gun

[ verse 1: tee ]
They live on the street and they hustle for
Some kill for a livin, some cocaine
Because it's now a and a full-time job
And if you live in compton, it's like at
From to block everybody's bad
And if you don't 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
everybody's a family, if not, they're a crew
I'm here to give advice advice (run!)
Cause if ever in compton, you better bring a gun

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

[ verse 2: spade ]
I to cut up the beat on the two turntables
Now I'm on the mic, cause I'm willin and able
When I'm on the mic I no slack
And everytime you see me I'm tearin 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 master spade, and tee's the
Now compton is the city where the homeboys
in a different car everyday
Can't too hard, gotta watch my back
if I don't, I just might get jacked
Now is a city of a lotta fun
(can't walk down the
(can't walk the street
walk down the stree without my gun)

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

[ 3: king tee ]
Now the next place is kinda risky if you're walkin your mother
Y'all can get if she wears the wrong color
They're all from the old school, nobody's
The place I'm talkin 'bout is the gardens
You can get away with murder, they murdered the cops
Cause said they tried to run a bumrush on watts
But they took control, slingers walk real
real down 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 tell?
I'm only here for advice (run!)
And if you're in watts, you better bring a gun

[ 4: king tee ]
Now you got a nice car a brand-new paintin
Rag top convertable all-gold daytons
You decide to a ride down the crenshaw strip
You stop at the fat burgers to feed lip
You got your sounds bumpin, playin and vibe
A comes 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, put a gauge to your head
say, "(get our your car) if you value your life
(and leave your money) if you love wife"
Now you're standin in the street like you're on crack
And you say to yourself: I can't believe I got
You call the because your car they stole
But you get in touch with them, they put you on hold
Your car is gone, could be done
So time you cruise crenshaw, you better bring a gun!

Alright, I wanna thank mixmaster spade for comin out to with me
(and greg mack) the attack
And I also wanna thank j-ro and tooth for comin out rockin
(and dj [name])
And I wanna scotty d, cold-crush chris
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? )