Luyện nghe bài hát Cramp Your Style

I your style
With a and a smile

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

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

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

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

Brain on the street released
Another nigga fronts hard, another 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 moms cry, 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, believe I'm

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

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

I your style
With a and a smile

Muthafuckas frontin'
Lookin' at niggas and shit make a nigga break
Nigga don't want me to out
I don't like shootin' but I do shoot

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

One minute you bleed, the next you're leakin'
Best to listen close 'cause this no boast
And never forget I leave you wet
Bloody, sticky, in your dickey's
Oh what a pity, lookin' all

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