Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Better Bring a Gun

[ verse 1: tee ]
They on the street and they hustle for fame
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 block to block bad
And if you don't know where you're at, your life's been had
Cause walk in the street with intentions to meet
Some 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 to give some advice advice (run!)
Cause if you're in compton, you better bring a gun

Yo, here come my homeboy spade
Man, up, man?
Hey man, you from compton, man?
(ah yeah)
Alright man, em what's up, man
you used to do

[ verse 2: 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 that 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
They me master spade, and tee's the king
Now is the city where the homeboys stay
in a different car everyday
Can't roll too hard, watch my back
Cause if I don't, I just get jacked
Now compton is a of a lotta fun
(can't down the street
(can't walk the street
walk down the stree without my gun)

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

[ verse 3: tee ]
Now the next is kinda risky if you're walkin with your mother
Y'all can get 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, cause they the cops
Cause they said they to run a bumrush on watts
But took control, slingers walk real tall
While real down gangbangers write their set on the
If I was you I wouldn't visit here, it's like
And if you get robbed, who you tell?
I'm only here for advice (run!)
And if ever in watts, you better bring a gun

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

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

And oh yeah, I somebody
Unknown!

(yo man
Who blew up mcdonald's on central and rosecrans, du? )