Luyện nghe bài hát Cramp Your Style

I cramp your
a bullet and a smile

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

A well known wild vet
Step 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 that is to touch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I your style
a bullet and a smile

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

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

One minute you bleed, the next minute you're
Best to listen close 'cause this ain't no
And forget that 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 will fade all the of ya
I reach out and you with the parabellum
You got a crew, you tell 'em