Luyện nghe bài hát Cramp Your Style

I cramp style
With a and a smile

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

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

Ya, bust you with the Desert
legal, move against my people
And the Ice evil
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 real close, I hit throat with the razor
You wanna live or die, it's your
shit, you're dissin' I got you in my night vision

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

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

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

Fat on a [unverified]
Sawed-off double barrel and a grip
on my lap at all times
I fill my gauge shells nickels and dimes

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

I cramp your
a bullet and a smile

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

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

One you bleed, the next minute you're leakin'
Best to close 'cause this ain't no boast
And never forget 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 fade all the of ya
I reach out and you with the parabellum
You got a crew, you better 'em