Luyện nghe bài hát Cramp Your Style

I your style
With a bullet and a

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

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

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

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

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

I cramp style
With a bullet and a
What you think all the is for?

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

Fat on a [unverified]
double barrel and a pistol grip
Pump on my lap at all
I fill my gauge shells with nickels and

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

I cramp style
a bullet and a smile

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

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

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

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