Luyện nghe bài hát Under Attack

Heeeyyy, uhh, half in yo mouth
Check it out, ounce in the house

Chrous: bring the yellow nigga fosho,
Playa infiltrate us niggas hell no,
ready to die,
be afraid,
Bring gun and your sac 'causez we under attack,

1:
no chances,
End with up least circumstances,
Keeps a composure,
One takin those glances,
Who be's your on the evilest team,
Racketeerin all c.r.e.a.m.,
Havin your bad dreams,
Pesos for all the
And the sistas,
How ya us now,
Competitas bow,
Ain't nothin' top dollar straight to corner,
Keeps my hand in the pie like little horner,
Soldiers on my right ready to die,
Infiltraters six keeps our head to the sky,
Its a cold cruel world tryin to my back,
Got cold ass thugs ready to ride and jack,
Shiit!! for the paper,
Street and all,
Best be to hit the doo' when the one times call,
Gots the it's still for the money son,
And if you're bailin' through compton you betta a gun,

2x

Verse2: bam
I deliever my blow it be fatal,
Get yo ass smashed potatoes and gravy,
Maybe with some you can fade me,
But I doubt it, picked up the time
And read about it, how my crew makes the front
In a rage, in a live concert blowin on stage,
People swingin' on a chasity and got the packed
To the maximum capacity, people comin far and near,
To get a glimpse of these gang-bangers, and pimps, check it out,
When we roll we rolls thick like some ass hair,
chronic smoke up in the air,
So get it nigga,
and eiht nigga,(geeyyaa),
Peeped yo' game the start nigga,
We you fake nigga,
We gots to keep a eye fools under our backs,
Lock the gates sound the guns we under attack.

Verse3: mc
watch out for the murder I wrote, black super spokes
Black stars and a leather coat, on a mission,
Dead presidents I gots to stackin, enemies see the ya-ya
In my jacket, best up before I set it off on g.p.,
First if you tryin' to bring harm to me,
case catcher to the first degree,
Like the ginger bread man y'all can't me,
On the run stilla held no jail cells,
Keeps two steps ahead, no for feds,
Phone instead, on the celluar phone,
as fuck 'causez they don't know the number was called,
Outta the country, d.a. on the yall,
Me and a little on my side the black heater,
Sweeter than the rest, paid pounds at sippin,
While to the u.s.a.,