Luyện nghe bài hát Cramp Your Style

I cramp style
a bullet and a smile

Ugh, on the D-l casin' me out
Truckin' my jewels, feelin' for the
When they come they to come correct
Because they I catch wreck

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I cramp style
With a and a smile

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

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

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

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