Luyện nghe bài hát Cramp Your Style

I cramp style
With a bullet and a

Ugh, on the D-l casin' me out
Truckin' my jewels, feelin' for the
When they they gots to come correct
Because they know I 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 double eyed slots and such
A fully-auto Mac-dime that is sure to

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

You're to run 'cause 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
shit, you're dissin' I got you in my night vision

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

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

up, niggas don't seem to hear
Still lookin' crazy, let me this clear
Fool, the Ice ain't it
And when I let loose lead, believe I'm

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

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

I your style
With a bullet and a

Muthafuckas frontin'
Lookin' at niggas crazy and shit make a nigga
don't want me to pull out
I don't like shootin' but I do straight

Niggas I be with will shoot 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 minute you bleed, the minute you're leakin'
to listen close 'cause this ain't no boast
And never forget that I you wet
Bloody, sticky, holes in dickey's
Oh what a pity, lookin' all

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