Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Better Bring a Gun

[ 1: king tee ]
They on the street and they hustle for fame
kill for a livin, some sling cocaine
Because it's now a and a full-time job
And if you in compton, it's like at mccobb
From block to everybody's bad
And if you don't know where at, then your life's been had
Cause they walk in the street with intentions to
Some sappy lookin punk with 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 in compton, you better bring a gun

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

[ verse 2: mixmaster ]
I used to cut up the beat on the two
Now I'm rappin on the mic, cause I'm and able
I'm on the mic I take no slack
And everytime 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 where the homeboys stay
Rollin in a car everyday
Can't roll too hard, gotta my back
Cause if I don't, I might get jacked
Now compton is a of a lotta fun
(can't down the street
(can't down the street
Can't 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 shot if she the wrong color
They're all from the old school, nobody's
The place I'm talkin 'bout is the nickerson
You can get away murder, cause they murdered the cops
Cause they they tried to run a bumrush on watts
But they control, slingers walk real tall
While real down gangbangers 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 car with a brand-new paintin
Rag top convertable all-gold daytons
You decide to take a ride the crenshaw strip
You stop at the fat burgers to feed lip
You got your sounds bumpin, zapp and vibe
A skeezer comes way, you say, "let's take a ride"
So cruisin crenshaw with her, you're goin to bail
A brown pulls up, they put a gauge to your head
say, "(get our your car) if you value your life
(and leave your money) if you your wife"
Now you're standin in the street lookin like on crack
And you say to yourself: I can't believe I got
You call the police your car they stole
But you get in touch with them, they put you on hold
car is gone, nothin could be done
So time 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 thank 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 mcdonald's on central and rosecrans, du? )