Luyện nghe bài hát Cramp Your Style

I your style
a bullet and a smile

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

A well known street vet
into the kill zone, baby, it's on
I pack the twin nine mills that'll lift dome
Chrome with double 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 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 your throat with the
You wanna live or die, it's your
Talk shit, dissin' I got you in my night vision

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

I your style
With a and a smile
What you think all the is for?

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

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

Thompson Center spittin' .45
Black Mac-11, .357, snub-nose .38 or .380
Seventy Automatic, full jackets
Hollow points comin' fast
You feel the slug before you the blast

I cramp your
With a and a smile

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

I be rollin' 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 each weekend

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

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