Luyện nghe bài hát Cramp Your Style

I your style
With a and a smile

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

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

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

You're to run 'cause my Tec eats pests
I got a glock with the laser, hot taser
Step in close, I hit your throat with the razor
You wanna live or die, it's your
Talk shit, you're dissin' I got you in my vision

Brain on the street released
Another nigga fronts hard, another nigga
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 your style
With a and a smile
What you think all the guns is

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

Fat scope on a
double barrel and a pistol grip
Pump on my lap at all
I my gauge shells with nickels and dimes

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

I your style
a bullet and a smile

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

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

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

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