Luyện nghe bài hát Cramp Your Style

I your style
a bullet and a smile

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

A well known street vet
Step the kill zone, baby, it's on
I pack the twin nine that'll lift your dome
Chrome pump with double slots and such
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 the .44 Smith &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 wanna live or die, it's decision
Talk shit, 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 the circular clip
to let projectiles fly, you die
And watch fat moms cry, bull's eye

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

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

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

Center spittin' .45 slugs
Black Mac-11, .357, snub-nose .38 or .380
Seventy Automatic, metal jackets
points comin' atcha fast
You the slug before you hear the blast

I cramp style
With a and a smile

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

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

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

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