Luyện nghe bài hát Easter Gunday 3

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

[Break: Westside
Grr, ayo
boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
Ayo

Brr brr brr
By Fashion

[Verse 1: Gunn]
Ayo, I leave without my pistol on
Drive-bys, I'm XXXTENTACION
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, ripple
the PSI, Lord, you not official
On the yard, me and Blue DaVinci, with 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
got dope, but I serve the best
Everybody taking my
Shoot the 8 times, I might break my wrist
Took 6, came back, now I'm than ever
Amiri jeans, on the sweater, who better?
I mean, I it's Fahim
He still chopping heads off of guillotines, nigga,
stars in the trees, come on, fam
We ain't the same, you ain't never a thousand grand
You ain't shot a nigga, no Con Air trips
been fly, never fucked a bad bitch
Lil nigga, I'm
I heard the Dump Legend shit sound like
on like Vader, training like al-Qaeda
Mach retired, turned to a painter
Meanwhile, I'm getting
Yo, rap niggas weirdos
VVSs on my
Shit, the of the sun
Niggas tryna fit in, a Camouflage Bum

Westside Gunn]
Yo, you fucking know
I wasn't even gon' do this
I had to,
But it, man, shoutout Easter, man
I'm just having fun, I wrote this in like 5 minutes
I don't waste on these niggas
skittles
I'm not gon' even do this no more
I don't a fuck if niggas make some shit
Talk some shit, tweet shit
I ain't even see it anyway, niggas blocked me
But yo, I was
I wanted 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 drink
I wear six figures in
I got all of houses
I'm 'bout to buy my bitch some
And like, like, life is fucking
Pootie that Gucci
That Louis, shoutout to
But, yo, before, Mach was on shits
Shit
Can I get my painting,
But it's all about
See, this a kind of life
really put the work in
Niggas in the raids
Niggas our best niggas
Rest in peace Gun Black
Niggas shot, niggas been stabbed
Niggas been in hole
been locked 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 in shackles
All the way to PA
Shackled, got on Con Air, all the way to Oklahoma
Oklahoma, shackled, had to fly all the way to Atlanta
See, y'all niggas don't that life
Where you don't eat the meat, so you share for the fruit, nigga

Get for Crisp 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 shit all year?

2: Benny]
Ah, go
Ski mask, crooked faces, this rap shit took us
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 want the love, but you don't want to be
How you don't want what come with it, you just to be hot
To be Griselda, nigga, you gotta on one of these blocks
I was feeding them, stove on medium, under pot
Rolling reefer up, I'm speeding off the company lot
Aye, look, West told me chill, but I know where the nigga
Like Sopranos, nigga, tie you up, right in that crib
Get the tape, then throw the right on your little head
We would search the crib for cake, but know you don't get no
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 make you famous quicker than a Drake
I be rocking Off-White, and I be rocking BAPE
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 but cop it from the Africans
That don't start none, it won't be
Y'all know who run the streets, Griselda
We see when Tana Talk 3 come
Got my hammer in the trap, I watch the like a rerun
Undercover, caught scanner, throw your hand up when you see one
It's Gunday, I need a runway
I let the talk, niggas think I'm Rick Ross, I be with gunplay
You hard, you could reach this one day
I learned the game young, and knew that I teach it some day
I'm bool, you the rules when 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 a bird, nigga, I'ma scrape up his feet
I just booked a flight to Cali, I'ma stay for the
My bitch coming, 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 face and they sleep

[Outro:
The
Griselda,
You what it is
Hahaha, go