Luyện nghe bài hát Crawl

I saw these fools to get around, tryin to let me down
And all dat, ha, but I got an easier way to let dem
Wit these Guns of Navarrone, I shall shoot dem Al Capone
Take dem to the zones of bones, dat, well

Yo dunn, they tried to knock me down, me under
Big pipes soundin' thunder
by the skin of my teeth
I had to put a man in his last week

Now why you wanna at me?
I'm the wrong nigga to approach that, homes
Wrong for threats
Lone nigga wit chrome

And we can till one of us drop
You points fallin' wit good formation
I'm the wrong for patience, wrong one at dunn
The very last nigga you ever blast your gun

To the floor, actin' you goin' to war
Now you fucked up, here a real rocket launcher
Flame thrower, wit a iron rod
That be the Ruger, ya'll niggas keep hard

But who the when you can't walk your hood at night
And you can't come outside without
Am I in your thoughts often? you be walkin'?

Foot soldier catch you at the store's
me on your mind and don't slumber
Man the minute you wit those, that's your ass

M O B B dunn, get it on dunn
Wit Killer, yo, it's like this dunn
cock that shit, pop that shit
Squeeze off, let em how real this is

M O B B, D double E P wit Bounty
No other gun runners keep a round like
From Q U E N S, my bomb borough, till the day of my death
Whether in I been in, runnin' down the block

Sprayin' shots wit the Lindon,
We all been through action, you the last me blastin'
The last man standin, pack shit long bare wake
the Jake nor the snakes gon' stop it

You know the Mobb off rockets
Gun burners spit lungies, dummies
Still pop but the shells
ain't words from hell these are slugs, something you feel
A gun runner nigga for real

Yo my gat blow, make you spit out crack the axle
Of that new Six that you couldn't seem to whip
Empty the clip, sure no friendly get hit
you layin bloodied up in the Six

Flee the frontline, dismantle gat then
watch the twelve o'clock news and hear them shout you out
Plug leak, slip rug right from under your
You the streets, you don't want no problems wit us
Everyday is Fourth of July to us

Henny in my cup beside the gat you'll in my clutch
Interfere wit the plan and you will get
Let the talk for you and you will get touched
Full fledge, Ra let 'em know The Ledge

While you slippin' off edge, shorty's givin' me head
Cockin' 'em legs like when I'm cockin to spray
Poppin' your way, shit that's hot your way