Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Smoke

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Gun smoke, when you hear me cockin' it and me gun go
Booyakaa booyakaa, leave you layin' on the floor,
Buck, buck, buck shots, come, come now what you
Pussy mad and clots

Gun smoke, when you hear me cockin' it and me gun go
Booyakaa booyakaa, leave you layin' on the floor,
Buck, buck, buck shots, come, now what you mean?
mad and blood clots, gun smoke

Poof, nobody the bitch
When gun smoke on the track, you know Yung Ro wrote this
Yeah, forever Color Changin' Click 'cuz I ain't the type
To switch homie some the real niggaz never pick

To roll me, I ride 1 deep
with a glock next to me
So many brothers wanna with me
And I'ma show em' all who's to see

Peek-a-boo, gun smoke
how my gun go
Shots out to Po-Yo
On the block like Rasaq on the for dough

And fly, cocky, ignorant dude
You don't wanna see me in a ignorant
trust me dog, sit and be cool
And we could see how fast your pivot

Bitch, how I plex, execute em'
With a red-beam, not even Neo, can't dodge I'm shootin'
So if you hatin', you better be some fire
From nobody, the ghost and the Messiah

So what you sayin' slick, say it to my
on the tip of my tongue and I'm gettin' tired of it's taste
Hey, that's not for you son, let me give you the son
You not the truth son, we the realest Houston

Color Changin' Click, we hot, playin' mayne
Cockin' back I'm sprayin' man, I'm, I'm just mayne
What I do to help you kids understand
Love Ro, if not for rap for he is as a man

I'ma inspiration in the hood for niggaz struggle
complainin', singin' sad songs get up and hustle
Get ya money mayne, later and hoes get nothin'
No love, no patience, no cash, no love, nothin'

In they face screamin' get money nigga because I'm to it
And it's nothin' let you tell it, somethin' you new to it
And I'ma keep makin' you niggaz mad at me
Say Koopa, fuck rap, niggaz can't fuck my mentality

Yeah,
Yeah, yeah, nobody, the man
Sho', uh, uh,
Koopa, it's that Mixtape, M-m-mixtape, M-m-mixtape Messiah

Yeah, I'm the man the chief, look how I handle
Ass niggaz who thinkin' that they could my streets
I'm wavin' my at a random sweep
Anybody that it, can get a can of beef

Why you and tellin' my lil Spanish freak?
She kissin' and tellin' me how the bang it
If someone else it's playin', it's weak
It's a problem who gonna go handle it, me

Real niggaz be what type of man is he
Is the nigga a Nigga let me see
I the nigga a lesser man then me
If he to them instead of me

You makin' noise, it don't jam to me
So the game is currently gon' on me
I'm the nigga that gave you a 50 jammin'
If I bomb on the nigga, I'ma fantal

Give a damn if I loose a couple fans a
'Cuz niggaz that's real is gonna stand me
Give a damn if I loose a couple a week
'Cuz I to the end and it'll end with me

And some to be, friends
But they just the feeling
You know he and you fakin' it with him
And the nigga be thinkin' his is hittin'

Who the hell is makin' niggin'?
like he ready to slander me
Like he ain't never have to be
Dealin' the, uh Majesty

yeah, I'm makin' a livin'
You fakin' a
And I give a damn who's house you in
I bring the roof like it's weights in the ceiling

Yeah, man
Respect the
the game
Respect already, get him