Luyện nghe bài hát Cramp Your Style

I cramp style
With a and a smile

Ugh, niggas on the D-l me out
Truckin' my jewels, for the tools
When they come they gots to correct
Because they know I catch

A well wild street vet
Step the kill zone, baby, it's on
I pack the nine mills that'll lift your dome
Chrome pump with double slots and such
A fully-auto Mac-dime is sure to touch

Ya, bust you with the Desert
Street legal, against my people
And the Ice evil
Hit you the .44 Smith &Wesson

You're best to run 'cause my Tec pests
I got a glock with the laser, hot police
Step in real close, I hit your with the razor
You wanna live or die, it's decision
Talk shit, you're dissin' I got you in my night

fragments on the street released
Another nigga fronts hard, another deceased
I got a H.K., A.K. and a
A 12 gauge street sweeper with the clip
Quick to let fly, you die
And watch your fat cry, bull's eye

I cramp style
With a bullet and a
you think all the guns is for?

What's up, don't seem to hear
Still lookin' crazy, let me make clear
Fool, the Ice havin' it
And I let loose lead, believe I'm accurate

Fat on a [unverified]
Sawed-off barrel and a pistol grip
on my lap at all times
I fill my gauge shells with nickels and

Thompson Center spittin' .45
Black Mac-11, Python .357, .38 or .380
Seventy Automatic, metal jackets
points comin' atcha fast
You feel the slug you hear the blast

I cramp style
With a bullet and a

Muthafuckas hard
at niggas crazy and shit make a nigga break
Nigga want me to pull out
I don't like but I do shoot straight

Niggas I be rollin' with will up a wake
Why you wanna step in the sights of a
Known hair trigger, the delivers
More cold bodies to the morgue each

One you bleed, the next minute you're leakin'
to listen close 'cause this ain't no boast
And never forget I leave you wet
Bloody, sticky, in your dickey's
Oh a pity, lookin' all shitty

My will get the best of ya
Hand will fade all the rest of ya
I reach out and touch you the parabellum
You got a crew, you tell 'em