Luyện nghe bài hát Cramp Your Style

I cramp style
With a and a smile

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

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

Ya, bust you 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 pests
I got a glock the laser, hot police taser
Step in real close, I hit throat with the razor
You wanna live or die, your decision
Talk shit, you're dissin' I got you in my night

Brain fragments on the street
Another nigga fronts hard, 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 fat moms cry, bull's eye

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

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

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

Center spittin' .45 slugs
Black Mac-11, Python .357, .38 or .380
Automatic, full metal jackets
Hollow points atcha fast
You feel the before you hear the blast

I your style
With a bullet and a

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

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

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