Luyện nghe bài hát We Come Strapped

We in the muthafuckin
Eihthype in the house
C.m.w. in this muthafucka
Geah, the most wanted in compton, y'know I'm sayin?
And can't nobody can
So niggas cause eihthype's runnin' this bitch

Run run
I got the muthafuckin gun and I'm ready to blast on mark-ass
We shoot first then take names
No one can a crooked ass scheming alligator
No one can stop us cause we to catch the fever of the flavor
Punk nuthin can save you
You crossed the line boy you
Nuthin' to lose, shootin at your as I'm poppin' in another clip
You try to but it don't do no good
Too many killin niggas from my hood, uh
Too many drive-by's no one can point or the trigger
Too muthafuckin loc'ed ass young niggas
We bail deep and it's an everyday thang, fifth's
We slang a game of compton gang
I gots to peel fuckin cap, nigga
We strapped

One more hit on your hood ain't no bullshittin'
Better scatter that ass over the fence before the 9 start
And up your fuckin kids
for my homies who got stuck with lifetime bids
I'll cap ass up in the car
When your the streets the gats get blasted by n.o.t.r.
Don't try to hang the fire power it's a slaughter
We bust on your awake at the funeral parlour
You get the end of the stick
Rollin with a and the way we role, muthafucka it's thick
And my brain is kill so nigga you're stuck
I the sound of the 'k when it start to buck
Ain't no damn playin', ain't no sayin'
One point for the hood when my gat start sprayin'
We to peel your fuckin cap, geah
We strapped

Night time the fuckin streets
Loadin up the clips and we ready to kill rollin the beats
One time try to run a make on my
Routine but jack is too fuckin late
Put the up in my lap
Hopin these don't trip, slip pass me the extra clip
I hit the mutherfuckin up on the dash
So no tittle-tattle can the muthafuckin blast
I give him one to the
As the cop start to drop I'm sayin to damn it's on
I the blunt made me do it
Knew the times would be comin so I grabbed the strap and threw it
Hit the fast, hit the fuckin gas
Be on the lookout cause coming to tap my ass
We gots to peel fuckin cap
That's the way we get'em muthafucka cause you
We come

In the house
in the muthafuckin house nigga
So the fuck back
Niggas on the run in the muthafuckin
hawk & bird in the muthafuckin house

Geah, we in the house

Stay the down clown
Cause ain't no ho
In the 94
Eihthype, half ounce in bitch
C.m.w. in bitch