Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Better Bring a Gun

[ verse 1: tee ]
They live on the street and hustle for fame
kill for a livin, some sling cocaine
Because it's now a lifestyle and a job
And if you live in compton, it's like at
From block to everybody's bad
And if you don't know you're at, then your life's been had
Cause they walk in the with intentions to meet
Some sappy punk with fila on his feet
And if you try to act tough, well mr. tough, you're
Cause everybody's a family, if not, a crew
I'm here to give some advice (run!)
Cause if you're ever in compton, you better a gun

Yo, here come my homeboy spade
Man, what's up,
Hey man, ain't you from compton,
(ah yeah)
Alright man, em what's up, man
What you 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
When I'm on the mic I take no
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 me master spade, and tee's the king
Now compton is the where the homeboys stay
Rollin in a different car
roll too hard, gotta watch my back
Cause if I don't, I just get jacked
Now compton is a city of a fun
(can't down the street
(can't down the street
Can't down the stree without my gun)

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

[ 3: king tee ]
Now the next place is kinda risky if walkin with 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 is the nickerson gardens
You can get away with murder, cause they murdered the
Cause they they tried to run a bumrush on watts
But they control, slingers walk real tall
While real down gangbangers write set on the wall
If I was you I wouldn't visit here, it's hell
And if you get robbed, who you tell?
I'm here for advice advice (run!)
And if you're ever in watts, you better a gun

[ 4: king tee ]
Now you got a nice car a brand-new paintin
Rag top convertable all-gold daytons
You decide to take a ride down the strip
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 her, you're goin to bail
A cutlass 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 you're on crack
And you say to yourself: I can't believe I got
You call the police because your car they
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 spade for comin out to rock with me
(and greg mack) the attack
And I wanna thank j-ro and sweet tooth for comin out rockin
(and dj [name])
And I wanna thank scotty d, cold-crush
And dj pooh, the gangster
(when he say em up he don't be bluffin)

And oh yeah, I forgot
Unknown!

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