Luyện nghe bài hát Cramp Your Style

I cramp your
With a bullet and a

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

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

Ya, bust you with the Eagle
Street legal, move against my
And the Ice gets
Hit you with the .44 Smith

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

Brain fragments on the street
Another nigga hard, another nigga deceased
I got a H.K., A.K. and a
A 12 street sweeper with the circular clip
to let projectiles fly, you die
And your fat moms cry, bull's eye

I cramp your
With a bullet and a
What you think all the guns is

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

Fat scope on a
Sawed-off double and a pistol grip
on my lap at all times
I fill my gauge shells with nickels and

Thompson Center .45 slugs
Black Mac-11, .357, snub-nose .38 or .380
Seventy Automatic, metal jackets
Hollow points atcha fast
You feel the slug before you hear the

I cramp your
With a bullet and a

Muthafuckas frontin'
Lookin' at niggas crazy and make a nigga break
Nigga want me to pull out
I like shootin' but I do shoot straight

Niggas I be with will shoot up a wake
Why you wanna in the sights of a nigga
Known hair trigger, the delivers
More cold bodies to the morgue weekend

One minute you bleed, the minute you're leakin'
Best to listen close 'cause ain't no boast
And never that I leave you wet
Bloody, sticky, holes in your
Oh what a pity, all shitty

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