Luyện nghe bài hát Easter Gunday 3

[Intro: Plum]
Yay, though I through the valley of the shadow of death
I fear no evil, for my AK and Glock 9, they comfort me
prepareth the table before me, in the presence of my enemies
He has super S on his feet, so he thought he had an S on his with that bulletproof vest
But we coming for your piece
Shot to the forehead, you a third eye
Make your kids cry, mama 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 Rebels

1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, I don't leave my pistol on
Drive-bys, I'm XXXTENTACION
Soon as the box hit the skrt, get him gone
Shoot up your mama house, your uncle brains on the
Blew your nephew off the tricycle, ripple
Like the PSI, Lord, you not
On the yard, me and Blue DaVinci, with me
Went to the house, I took the Uzi with me
over weight on the Palace deck, I'm not impressed
Peace to little Sean, peace to (P!)
GxFR, the murder set
Everybody got dope, but I the best
taking my shit
Shoot the 8 three times, I break my wrist
Took 6, came back, now I'm better than
jeans, alligator on the sweater, who better?
I mean, I guess it's
He chopping heads off of guillotines, nigga, please
Ninja in the trees, come on, fam
We ain't the same, you 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 like shit
Mask on like Vader, training al-Qaeda
Mach retired, nigga turned to a
Meanwhile, I'm paper
Yo, rap niggas weirdos
VVSs on my
Shit, the of the sun
Niggas fit in, that's a Camouflage Bum

[Break: Gunn]
Yo, you already know
I wasn't gon' do this shit
I had to,
But fuck it, man, Easter, man
I'm just fun, I wrote this shit in like 5 minutes
I don't waste on these niggas
skittles
I'm not gon' even do this no more
I don't give a fuck if make some shit
some shit, tweet some shit
I ain't even gon' see it anyway, niggas me
But yo, I was
I just to have some fun, man
Let know why I'm who the fuck I am, man

See, like, I do what I want to
I only champagne
I wear six figures in
I got all of houses
I'm to buy my bitch some titties
And like, like, life is fucking
Pootie that Gucci
That Louis, to Pootie
But, yo, before, was on these shits
happens
Can I get my painting,
But all about Griselda
See, this a kind of life
really put the work in
Niggas in the raids
lost our best niggas
Rest in peace Machine Gun
Niggas shot, niggas been stabbed
Niggas in that hole
Niggas been up, 23 and 1
Ike, free Sly
Niggas told on
Niggas took them trips
I remember one time, niggas had me
From- from Buffalo to Youngstown, Ohio
Sat there for a 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, niggas don't know that life
Where you don't eat the meat, so you share for the fruit, nigga

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

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

Benny]
The
Griselda,
You know it is
Hahaha, go