Luyện nghe bài hát Cramp Your Style

I cramp your
With a bullet and a

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

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

Ya, bust you with the Eagle
Street legal, move against my
And the Ice gets
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 throat with the razor
You wanna live or die, your decision
Talk shit, you're I got you in my night vision

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

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

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

Fat scope on a
Sawed-off barrel and a pistol grip
Pump on my lap at all
I fill my gauge shells nickels and dimes

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

I cramp your
a bullet and a smile

Muthafuckas frontin'
Lookin' at crazy and shit make a nigga break
Nigga don't me to pull out
I don't like shootin' but I do shoot

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

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

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