Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Better Bring a Gun

[ 1: king tee ]
live on the street and they hustle for fame
Some kill for a livin, some sling
Because it's now a lifestyle and a job
And if you live in compton, 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 with intentions to
Some sappy lookin punk fila on his feet
And if you try to act tough, well mr. tough, through
Cause a family, if not, they're a crew
I'm here to give some advice (run!)
Cause if ever in compton, you better bring a gun

Yo, here my homeboy mixmaster spade
Man, what's up,
Hey man, ain't you from compton,
(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 no slack
And everytime you see me I'm tearin a gat
I got .380s and .22s
You with me, I'm gonna bust 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
Rollin in a car everyday
Can't roll too hard, gotta watch my
if I don't, I just might get jacked
Now is a city of a lotta fun
(can't walk the street
(can't down the street
Can't down the stree without my gun)

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

[ verse 3: tee ]
Now the next place is kinda risky if you're walkin your mother
can get shot if she wears the wrong color
They're all from the old school, nobody's
The I'm talkin 'bout is the nickerson gardens
You can get away with murder, they murdered the cops
Cause they said they tried to run a bumrush on
But they took control, slingers walk real
While real down write their set on the wall
If I was you I wouldn't visit here, it's like
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

[ 4: king tee ]
Now you got a car with a brand-new paintin
Rag top convertable with all-gold
You decide to take a down the crenshaw strip
You stop at the fat burgers to feed lip
You got your bumpin, playin zapp and vibe
A skeezer comes your way, you say, "let's 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 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 the police because your car they stole
But when you get in touch with them, they put you on
Your car is gone, nothin 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 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 somebody
Unknown!

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