Luyện nghe bài hát Cramp Your Style

I cramp style
With a and a smile

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

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

Ya, bust you with the Desert
legal, move against my people
And the Ice evil
Hit you with the .44 Smith

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

fragments on the street released
Another 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 your fat cry, bull's eye

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

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

Fat on a [unverified]
Sawed-off double barrel and a grip
Pump on my lap at all
I my gauge shells with nickels and dimes

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

I your style
a bullet and a smile

Muthafuckas hard
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 up a wake
Why you wanna step in the of a nigga
hair trigger, the coroner delivers
More cold bodies to the each weekend

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

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