Luyện nghe bài hát Easter Gunday 3

[Intro: Plum]
Yay, though I walk through the valley of the of death
I fear no evil, for my AK and Glock 9, they comfort me
Though prepareth the table before me, in the presence of my
He has super S on his feet, so he thought he had an S on his chest with that bulletproof
But we coming for dome 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, get him gone
Shoot up your house, your uncle brains on the lawn
Blew your nephew off the tricycle, shots
the PSI, Lord, you not official
On the yard, me and Blue DaVinci, shooters me
Went to the halfway house, I the Uzi with me
Skating over on the Palace deck, I'm not impressed
Peace to little Sean, to Bernadette (P!)
GxFR, the murder set
Everybody got dope, but I serve the
taking my shit
Shoot the 8 three times, I break my wrist
Took 6, came back, now I'm than ever
Amiri jeans, on the sweater, who better?
I mean, I guess Fahim
He still chopping off of guillotines, nigga, please
stars in the trees, come on, fam
We ain't the same, you ain't never seen a thousand
You ain't never a nigga, no Con Air trips
been fly, never fucked a bad bitch
Lil nigga, I'm
I heard the Dump Legend shit sound shit
Mask on Vader, training like al-Qaeda
Mach retired, turned to a painter
Meanwhile, I'm getting
Yo, these rap weirdos
VVSs on my
Shit, the of the sun
Niggas tryna fit in, a Camouflage Bum

[Break: Westside
Yo, you already know
I wasn't even gon' do shit
I had to,
But it, man, shoutout Easter, man
I'm having fun, I wrote this shit in like 5 minutes
I waste time on these niggas
skittles
I'm not gon' even do shit no more
I don't give a fuck if niggas make shit
Talk some shit, tweet shit
I even gon' see it anyway, niggas blocked me
But yo, I was
I just to have some fun, man
Let niggas know why I'm who the 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 to buy my bitch some titties
And like, like, life is fucking
getting that Gucci
That Louis, shoutout to
But, yo, before, Mach was on these
Shit
Can I get my painting,
But it's all Griselda
See, this a kind of life
Niggas put the work in
been in the raids
Niggas lost our best
in peace Machine Gun Black
Niggas been shot, been stabbed
been in that hole
Niggas locked up, 23 and 1
Free Ike, Sly
Niggas told on
done took them trips
I one time, niggas had me shackled
From- Buffalo to fucking Youngstown, Ohio
Sat there for a week in
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 Blientele
Get
Classic, the album really called NY
Also as Supreme Blientele, nigga
one
It's gonna be the shit all year
But you who else got some of the illest shit all year?

[Verse 2:
Ah, go
Ski mask, crooked faces, this rap shit us places
My strap get put in faces, that's word to my butcher
Around the world, I'm good with gangsters, got good
All it took was patience, now I'm on, so book us places
Let me catch you fronting, you just be pop
You want the buzz, you want the love, but you don't to be shot
How you don't what come with it, you just 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, in that little crib
Get the tape, then throw the right on your little head
We would search the crib for cake, but know you get no bread
Funeral status, G shit, I give 'em passes
My team like, what's good with the action, we could give them
Look, 6 shooters, 8 heaters, 6 bodies, 8
Play with me, I make you quicker than a Drake feature
I be rocking Off-White, and I be BAPE sneakers
I mix that with shit like I don't got no taste neither
Hopping at the got me shopping on Madison
You talking all fashion shit but cop it from the Africans
That don't start none, it won't be
Y'all know who run the streets, huh?
We gon' see Tana Talk 3 come
Got my in the trap, I watch the camera like a rerun
Undercover, caught with scanner, throw your hand up you see one
It's Easter Gunday, I need a
I let the clip talk, niggas think I'm Ross, I be with gunplay
You grind hard, you reach this one day
I learned the game young, and knew that I would teach it day
I'm bool, you know the rules you play in these streets
You smooth, the tool, now you playing for keeps
Don't for us, nigga, make sure you pray for the weak
I bump into a bird, nigga, I'ma up his feet
I booked a flight to Cali, I'ma stay for the week
My bitch coming, while I work, I let her on the beach
The ways of the streets, I rob to stay on my feet
I'm at niggas, rap niggas see face and they sleep

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