Luyện nghe bài hát Cramp Your Style

I cramp style
With a bullet and a

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

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

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

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

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

I your style
With a bullet and a
you think all the guns is for?

What's up, niggas don't to hear
Still 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 barrel and a pistol
on my lap at all times
I my gauge shells with nickels and dimes

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

I cramp style
a bullet and a smile

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

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

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

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