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 9, they comfort 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 bulletproof
But we coming for your piece
Shot to the forehead, give you a eye
your kids cry, baby 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

[Verse 1: Westside
Ayo, I leave without my pistol on
Drive-bys, I'm playing
Soon as the box hit the skrt, I'ma get him
Shoot up your house, your uncle brains on the lawn
your nephew off the tricycle, shots ripple
Like the PSI, Lord, you not
On the yard, me and Blue DaVinci, shooters me
to the halfway 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 taking my
Shoot the 8 three times, I might break my
Took 6, came back, now I'm better ever
Amiri jeans, alligator on the sweater, who
I mean, I guess it's
He still chopping heads off of guillotines, nigga,
Ninja 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 fucked a bad
Lil nigga, I'm
I the Dump Legend shit sound like shit
Mask on like Vader, like al-Qaeda
Mach retired, nigga to a painter
Meanwhile, I'm getting
Yo, these rap weirdos
on my earlobes
Shit, the of the sun
Niggas fit in, that's a Camouflage Bum

Westside Gunn]
Yo, you fucking know
I wasn't gon' do this shit
I had to,
But fuck it, man, Easter, man
I'm just having fun, I this shit in like 5 minutes
I don't waste time on niggas
skittles
I'm not gon' even do shit no more
I give a fuck if niggas make some shit
Talk 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 still do what I to
I drink champagne
I six figures in jewels
I got all of houses
I'm 'bout to buy my some titties
And like, like, life is fucking
Pootie that Gucci
Louis, shoutout to Pootie
But, yo, before, Mach was on shits
happens
Can I get my painting,
But it's all Griselda
See, this a different of life
Niggas really put the in
Niggas been in the
Niggas our best niggas
in peace Machine Gun Black
Niggas shot, niggas been stabbed
Niggas been in hole
Niggas locked up, 23 and 1
Free Ike, Sly
Niggas told on
Niggas done them trips
I remember one time, had me shackled
from Buffalo 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 know that life
you don't eat the meat, so you share for the motherfucking fruit, nigga

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

[Verse 2:
Ah, go
Ski mask, crooked faces, rap shit took us places
My strap get put in faces, word to my butcher apron
Around the world, I'm good with gangsters, got relations
All it was patience, now I'm on, so they book us places
Let me you fronting, you just wanna be pop
You want the buzz, you the love, but you don't want to be shot
How you want 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, on medium, under each pot
Rolling reefer up, while I'm speeding off the lot
Aye, look, West told me chill, but I know the nigga live
Sopranos, nigga, tie you up, right in that little crib
Get the tape, throw the pillowcase right on your little head
We would search the crib for cake, but know you don't get no
Funeral status, G shit, I give 'em passes
My team like, what's with the action, we could 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 that with Fendi shit I don't got no taste neither
at the Rattison got me shopping on Madison
You talking all that fashion shit but cop it the Africans
That don't start none, it be none
Y'all know who run the streets, Griselda
We see when Tana Talk 3 come
Got my hammer in the trap, I the camera like a rerun
Undercover, with scanner, throw your hand up when you see one
It's Easter Gunday, I need a
I let the clip talk, niggas think I'm Rick Ross, I be with
You grind hard, you could this one day
I learned the game young, and knew that I 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 you pray for the weak
I bump into a bird, nigga, I'ma scrape up his
I just booked a flight to Cali, I'ma stay for the
My bitch coming, while I work, I let her on the beach
The ways of the streets, I rob just to on my feet
I'm at niggas, rap niggas see this and they sleep

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