Luyện nghe bài hát Easter Gunday 3

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

Westside 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 mama house, your uncle on the lawn
Blew nephew off the tricycle, shots 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
over weight on the Palace deck, I'm not impressed
Peace to little Sean, peace to (P!)
GxFR, that's the set
Everybody got dope, but I serve the
Everybody my shit
Shoot the 8 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 guess Fahim
He still chopping heads off of guillotines, nigga,
Ninja in the trees, come on, fam
We ain't the same, you ain't never a thousand grand
You never shot a nigga, no Con Air trips
been fly, never fucked a bad bitch
Lil nigga, I'm
I heard the Dump Legend shit like shit
Mask on like Vader, like al-Qaeda
retired, nigga turned to a painter
Meanwhile, I'm getting
Yo, these rap niggas
on my earlobes
Shit, the of the sun
tryna fit in, that's a Camouflage Bum

[Break: Gunn]
Yo, you fucking know
I wasn't even gon' do shit
I had to,
But fuck it, man, Easter, man
I'm just having fun, I wrote shit in like 5 minutes
I don't waste time on niggas
Smoking
I'm not gon' even do shit no more
I don't give a fuck if make some shit
Talk some shit, tweet some
I even gon' see it anyway, niggas blocked 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 type of
I'm 'bout to buy my some titties
And like, like, life is beautiful
Pootie getting that
Louis, shoutout to Pootie
But, yo, before, Mach was on these
Shit
Can I get my painting,
But it's all about
See, this a different kind of
Niggas put the work in
been in the raids
Niggas lost our niggas
in peace Machine Gun Black
Niggas been shot, niggas stabbed
Niggas been in hole
Niggas been up, 23 and 1
Free Ike, Sly
Niggas told on
Niggas took them trips
I remember one time, 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, y'all niggas know that life
Where you don't eat the meat, so you for the motherfucking fruit, nigga

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

2: Benny]
Ah, go
Ski mask, crooked faces, this rap shit us places
My get put in faces, that's 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 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 on one of these blocks
I was feeding them, stove on medium, each pot
Rolling reefer up, 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 that little
Get the tape, then the pillowcase right on your little head
We would search the crib for cake, but know you get no bread
Funeral status, G shit, I could 'em passes
My team like, what's good with the action, we could give them
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 that with Fendi shit like I don't got no neither
Hopping at the got me shopping on Madison
You talking all that fashion shit but cop it the Africans
don't start none, it won't be none
Y'all who run the streets, huh? Griselda
We gon' see Tana Talk 3 come
Got my hammer in the trap, I watch the camera like a
Undercover, caught scanner, throw your hand 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 with
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 you play in these streets
You smooth, cock the tool, now you 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 just booked a 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 to stay on my feet
I'm at niggas, rap niggas see this face and they

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