Luyện nghe bài hát Under Attack

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

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

1:
no chances,
End with up least circumstances,
Keeps a composure,
One time's takin glances,
Who be's your enemy on the 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 corner to corner,
Keeps my hand in the pie like little horner,
Soldiers on my right ready to die,
Infiltraters six feet our head to the sky,
Its a cold world tryin to watch my back,
Got these cold ass thugs ready to and jack,
Shiit!! for the paper,
dreams and all,
Best be ready to hit the doo' when the one call,
Gots the picture still for the money son,
And if you're bailin' through compton you bring a gun,

2x

Verse2: bam
I deliever my it could be fatal,
Get yo ass smashed potatoes and gravy,
Maybe with prctice you can fade me,
But I it, picked up the compton time
And read about it, how my crew makes the front
In a rage, in a concert blowin blunts on stage,
People swingin' on a and got the place packed
To the maximum capacity, people from far and near,
To get a of these gang-bangers, playas and pimps, check it out,
When we we rolls thick like some nappy ass hair,
Straight chronic 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 'causez we attack.

Verse3: mc
Betta' watch out for the murder I wrote, super spokes
Black and a black 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 rule if you to bring harm to me,
Felony case catcher to the degree,
Like the bread man y'all can't catch me,
On the run stilla held no jail cells,
Keeps two steps ahead, no for feds,
Phone taps instead, on the phone,
as fuck 'causez they don't know the number was called,
Outta the country, d.a. on the yall,
Me and a little senortia on my side the heater,
Sweeter than the rest, paid pounds at sippin,
While to the u.s.a.,