Luyện nghe bài hát Cramp Your Style

I your style
With a and a smile

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

A well known wild vet
Step into the zone, baby, it's on
I pack the twin nine mills that'll your dome
Chrome pump with double eyed and such
A fully-auto Mac-dime that is sure to

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

You're best to run my Tec eats pests
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 your
shit, you're dissin' I got you in my night vision

Brain fragments on the street
nigga fronts hard, another nigga 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 fat moms cry, bull's eye

I your style
a bullet and a smile
What you think all the guns is

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

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

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

I cramp style
With a and a smile

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

Niggas I be rollin' with will shoot up a
Why you wanna step in the of a nigga
Known hair trigger, the coroner
cold bodies to the morgue each weekend

One minute you bleed, the next you're leakin'
Best to listen close 'cause ain't no boast
And forget that I leave you wet
Bloody, sticky, holes in dickey's
Oh what a pity, all shitty

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