Luyện nghe bài hát Cramp Your Style

I cramp style
With a bullet and a

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

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

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

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

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

I cramp 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 clear
Fool, the Ice ain't it
And when I let loose lead, believe I'm

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

Thompson spittin' .45 slugs
Mac-11, Python .357, snub-nose .38 or .380
Seventy Automatic, full metal
Hollow comin' 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 make a nigga break
Nigga want me to pull out
I don't like shootin' but I do shoot

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

One minute you bleed, the minute you're leakin'
Best to listen 'cause this ain't no boast
And never forget that I you wet
Bloody, sticky, holes in your
Oh what a pity, 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 better 'em