Luyện nghe bài hát Easter Gunday 3

[Intro: Keisha
Yay, though I through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil, for my AK and Glock 9, they me
Though prepareth the table me, in the presence of my enemies
He has super S on his feet, so he thought he had an S on his chest with that vest
But we coming for dome piece
to the forehead, give you a third eye
Make your kids cry, baby asking why
All bow to the god of Fly

[Break: Gunn]
Grr, ayo
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
Ayo

Brr brr brr
By Fashion

[Verse 1: Westside
Ayo, I don't without my pistol on
Drive-bys, I'm playing
Soon as the box hit the skrt, I'ma get him
up your mama house, your uncle brains on the lawn
Blew your nephew off the tricycle, ripple
Like the PSI, Lord, you not
On the yard, me and DaVinci, shooters with me
Went to the house, I took the Uzi with me
Skating over weight on the Palace deck, I'm not
Peace to Sean, peace to Bernadette (P!)
GxFR, the murder set
got dope, but I serve the best
Everybody my shit
the 8 three times, I might break my wrist
Took 6, came back, now I'm better ever
jeans, alligator on the sweater, who better?
I mean, I guess it's
He still chopping off of guillotines, nigga, please
stars in the trees, come on, fam
We the same, you ain't never seen a thousand grand
You never shot a nigga, no Con Air trips
Never been fly, never a bad bitch
Lil nigga, I'm
I heard the Dump Legend shit sound shit
Mask on like Vader, training like
Mach retired, nigga to a painter
Meanwhile, I'm paper
Yo, these rap weirdos
on my earlobes
Shit, the of the sun
Niggas tryna fit in, that's a Bum

[Break: Westside
Yo, you already fucking
I wasn't even gon' do this
I had to,
But it, man, shoutout Easter, man
I'm just having fun, I this shit in like 5 minutes
I waste time on these niggas
Smoking
I'm not gon' even do this shit no
I don't give a fuck if niggas make some
Talk some shit, some shit
I even gon' see it anyway, niggas blocked me
But yo, I was
I wanted to have some fun, man
Let niggas why I'm who the fuck I am, man

See, like, I still do I want to
I drink champagne
I six figures in jewels
I got all type of
I'm 'bout to buy my bitch titties
And like, like, life is fucking
Pootie that Gucci
That Louis, shoutout to
But, yo, before, Mach was on these
Shit
Can I get my painting,
But it's all about
See, this a different of life
really put the work in
Niggas been in the
lost our best niggas
Rest in peace Machine Gun
Niggas been shot, niggas been
Niggas in that hole
Niggas locked up, 23 and 1
Ike, free Sly
Niggas told on
Niggas took them trips
I remember one time, niggas had me
From- from to fucking Youngstown, Ohio
Sat for a week in shackles
All the way to PA
Shackled, got on Con Air, flew all the way to
Left Oklahoma, shackled, had to fly all the way to
See, y'all niggas don't know that
Where you don't eat the meat, so you share for the fruit, nigga

Get ready for NY
AKA Blientele
Get
Classic, the album really called NY
known as Supreme Blientele, nigga
one
It's be the illest shit all year
But you who else got some of the illest shit all year?

[Verse 2:
Ah, go
Ski mask, crooked faces, rap shit took us places
My get put in faces, that's word to my butcher apron
Around the world, I'm good gangsters, got good relations
All it took was patience, now I'm on, so book us places
Let me catch you fronting, you wanna be pop
You want the buzz, you want the love, but you want to be shot
How you don't what come with it, you just want to be hot
To be Griselda, nigga, you gotta stand on one of blocks
I was feeding them, stove on medium, each pot
Rolling up, while I'm speeding off the company lot
Aye, look, told me chill, but I know where the nigga live
Like Sopranos, nigga, tie you up, right in little crib
Get the tape, then throw the pillowcase right on little head
We would search the crib for cake, but know you don't get no
Funeral status, G shit, I could give 'em
My team like, what's good the action, we could give them caskets
Look, 6 shooters, 8 heaters, 6 bodies, 8
Play me, I make you famous quicker than a Drake feature
I be rocking Off-White, and I be BAPE sneakers
I mix with Fendi shit like I don't got no taste neither
Hopping at the Rattison got me shopping on
You talking all that fashion but cop it from the Africans
That don't none, it won't be none
Y'all know who run the streets, huh?
We see when Tana Talk 3 come
Got my hammer in the trap, I watch the like a rerun
Undercover, caught with scanner, throw your up when you see one
It's Easter Gunday, I need a
I let the clip talk, niggas I'm Rick Ross, I be with gunplay
You grind hard, you could reach one day
I learned the young, and knew that I would teach it some day
I'm bool, you know the rules when you play in streets
You smooth, cock the tool, now you playing for
Don't pray for us, nigga, make sure you pray for the
I bump into a bird, nigga, scrape up his feet
I just booked a flight to Cali, I'ma stay for the
My bitch coming, I work, I let her play on the beach
The ways of the streets, I rob to stay on my feet
I'm at niggas, rap see this face and they sleep

[Outro:
The
Griselda,
You what it is
Hahaha, go