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 to come correct
Because they know I catch

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

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

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

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

I your style
With a bullet and a
What you think all the is for?

up, niggas don't seem to hear
Still lookin' crazy, let me this clear
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
Pump on my lap at all
I fill my gauge shells nickels and dimes

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 the blast

I cramp style
a bullet and a smile

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

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

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

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