Luyện nghe bài hát Easter Gunday 3

[Intro: Plum]
Yay, though I walk through the of the shadow of death
I fear no evil, for my AK and Glock 9, they comfort me
Though the table before me, in the presence of my enemies
He has super S on his feet, so he he had an S on his chest with that bulletproof vest
But we coming for your piece
Shot to the forehead, 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 Rebels

[Verse 1: Westside
Ayo, I don't leave without my on
Drive-bys, I'm XXXTENTACION
as the box hit the skrt, I'ma get him gone
Shoot up your mama house, your uncle brains on the
Blew nephew off the tricycle, shots ripple
the PSI, Lord, you not official
On the yard, me and Blue DaVinci, with me
Went to the halfway house, I took the Uzi me
Skating weight on the Palace deck, I'm not impressed
Peace to little Sean, to Bernadette (P!)
GxFR, that's the set
Everybody got dope, but I serve the
Everybody taking my
the 8 three times, I might break my wrist
Took 6, back, now I'm better than ever
Amiri jeans, alligator on the sweater, who
I mean, I it's Fahim
He still chopping heads off of guillotines, nigga,
Ninja stars in the trees, on, fam
We ain't the same, you ain't never seen a grand
You ain't never a nigga, no Con Air trips
Never fly, never fucked a bad bitch
Lil nigga, I'm
I heard the Dump shit sound like shit
Mask on Vader, training like al-Qaeda
retired, nigga turned to a painter
Meanwhile, I'm getting
Yo, these rap niggas
VVSs on my
Shit, the of the sun
Niggas tryna fit in, that's a Bum

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

See, like, I still do what I to
I only champagne
I six figures in jewels
I got all of houses
I'm to buy my bitch some titties
And like, like, is fucking beautiful
getting that Gucci
That Louis, shoutout to
But, yo, before, Mach was on shits
Shit
Can I get my painting,
But it's all Griselda
See, a different kind of life
Niggas really put the in
been in the raids
Niggas lost our best
in peace Machine Gun Black
Niggas been shot, been stabbed
been in that hole
Niggas been up, 23 and 1
Ike, free Sly
Niggas been on
Niggas done them trips
I remember one time, niggas had me
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 don't know 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 called NY
known as Supreme Blientele, nigga
one
It's be the illest shit all year
But you know who else got some of the illest shit all

[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 relations
All it was patience, now I'm on, so they book us places
Let me catch you fronting, you just be pop
You want the buzz, you want the love, but you don't want to be
How you don't what come with it, you just want to be hot
To be Griselda, nigga, you stand on one of these blocks
I was feeding them, on medium, under each pot
Rolling up, while I'm speeding off the company lot
Aye, look, West me chill, but I know where the nigga live
Like Sopranos, nigga, tie you up, right in that crib
Get the tape, then throw the pillowcase on your little head
We would search the for cake, but know you don't get no bread
Funeral status, G shit, I give 'em passes
My like, what's good 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 Off-White, and I be rocking BAPE sneakers
I mix that with Fendi shit like I don't got no taste
Hopping at the Rattison got me shopping on
You all that fashion shit but cop it from the Africans
That don't none, it won't be none
Y'all who run the streets, huh? Griselda
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 Gunday, I need a runway
I let the clip talk, niggas think I'm Rick Ross, I be gunplay
You grind hard, you could this one day
I learned the game young, and knew I would teach it some day
I'm bool, you know the rules you play in these streets
You smooth, cock the tool, now you playing for
Don't pray for us, nigga, make sure you for the weak
I bump a bird, nigga, I'ma scrape up his feet
I booked a flight to Cali, I'ma stay for the week
My coming, while I work, I let her play on the beach
The ways of the streets, I rob just to stay on my
I'm at niggas, rap niggas see this face and sleep

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