Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Better Bring a Gun

[ 1: king tee ]
They live on the street and they for fame
Some kill for a livin, some cocaine
it's now a lifestyle and a full-time 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 life's been had
Cause walk in the street with intentions to meet
sappy lookin punk with fila on his feet
And if you try to act tough, mr. tough, you're through
Cause everybody's a family, if not, a crew
I'm here to give advice advice (run!)
if you're ever 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, em what's up, man
you used 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 and able
I'm on the mic I take no slack
And everytime that you see me I'm 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 where the homeboys stay
Rollin in a car everyday
Can't roll too hard, gotta my back
Cause if I don't, I just get jacked
Now is a city of a lotta fun
(can't walk the street
(can't down the street
Can't walk down the without my gun)

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

[ verse 3: tee ]
Now the next place is risky if you're walkin with your mother
Y'all can get shot if she wears the wrong
They're all from the old school, nobody's
The place I'm talkin 'bout is the nickerson
You can get away with murder, they murdered the cops
Cause they said they tried to run a on watts
But they took control, walk real tall
real 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 ever in watts, you better bring a gun

[ verse 4: tee ]
Now you got a nice car with a paintin
Rag top convertable with all-gold
You decide to take a ride down the strip
You stop at the fat burgers to your lip
You got your sounds bumpin, playin zapp and
A skeezer your way, you say, "let's take a ride"
So you're crenshaw with her, you're goin to bail
A cutlass pulls up, they put a gauge to your head
They say, "(get our your car) if you value your
(and your money) if you love your wife"
Now you're in the street lookin like you're on crack
And you say to yourself: I can't believe I got
You call the police your car they stole
But when you get in touch them, they put you on hold
Your car is gone, nothin could be
So next time you crenshaw, you better bring a gun!

Alright, I wanna mixmaster spade for comin out to rock with me
(and greg mack) the attack
And I also wanna thank j-ro and sweet tooth for out rockin
(and dj [name])
And I wanna thank d, cold-crush chris
And dj pooh, the gangster
(when he say em up he don't be bluffin)

And oh yeah, I forgot
Unknown!

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