Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Better Bring a Gun

[ verse 1: tee ]
They live on the and they hustle for fame
kill for a livin, some sling cocaine
Because 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 know where you're at, then your life's been had
Cause they walk in the street with intentions to
Some sappy lookin punk with fila on his
And if you try to act tough, mr. tough, you're through
Cause everybody's a family, if not, they're a
I'm here to some advice advice (run!)
Cause if you're ever in compton, you bring a gun

Yo, here come my mixmaster spade
Man, up, man?
Hey man, you from compton, man?
(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 willin and
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 with me, I'm gonna bust on you
I got a .357 and a
They me master spade, and tee's the king
Now compton is the city the homeboys stay
in a different 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 walk the street
(can't walk down the
walk down the stree without my gun)

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

[ 3: king 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 the old school, nobody's modern
The place I'm talkin 'bout is the nickerson
You can get away with murder, cause they murdered the
they said they tried to run a bumrush on watts
But they took control, slingers walk tall
While real down gangbangers write 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 only here for advice (run!)
And if you're in watts, you better bring a gun

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

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