Luyện nghe bài hát Easter Gunday 3

[Intro: Keisha
Yay, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of
I fear no evil, for my AK and Glock 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 vest
But we coming for dome piece
to the forehead, give you a third eye
Make your kids cry, baby 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 Rebels

[Verse 1: Westside
Ayo, I don't without my pistol 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 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 the best
taking my shit
Shoot the 8 three times, I might my wrist
6, came back, now I'm better than ever
Amiri jeans, on the sweater, who better?
I mean, I it's Fahim
He chopping heads off of guillotines, nigga, please
stars in the trees, come on, fam
We ain't the same, you never seen a thousand grand
You ain't never shot a nigga, no Con Air
been 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
Mach retired, nigga turned to a
Meanwhile, I'm paper
Yo, these rap weirdos
on my earlobes
Shit, the of the sun
Niggas tryna fit in, that's a Bum

[Break: Gunn]
Yo, you fucking know
I wasn't even gon' do this
I had to,
But fuck it, man, Easter, man
I'm just having fun, I wrote this shit in like 5
I waste time on these niggas
Smoking
I'm not gon' even do this no more
I give a fuck if niggas make some shit
Talk some shit, tweet shit
I ain't even gon' see it anyway, blocked me
But yo, I was
I just wanted to have fun, man
Let niggas 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 titties
And like, like, life is beautiful
Pootie getting Gucci
That Louis, 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
Niggas been in the
Niggas lost our niggas
Rest in peace Gun Black
Niggas shot, niggas been stabbed
Niggas been in hole
Niggas been up, 23 and 1
Ike, free Sly
Niggas been on
Niggas done took them
I remember one time, had me shackled
From- from Buffalo to Youngstown, Ohio
Sat there for a week in
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 know life
you don't eat the meat, so you share for the motherfucking fruit, nigga

Get ready for NY
AKA Blientele
Get
Classic, the album called Crisp NY
Also known as Supreme Blientele,
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 took us
My strap get put in faces, that's word to my butcher
Around the world, I'm good gangsters, got good relations
All it took was patience, now I'm on, so they book us
Let me catch you fronting, you just be pop
You want the buzz, you want the love, but you want to be shot
How you don't want 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 me chill, but I know where the nigga live
Like Sopranos, nigga, tie you up, right in little crib
Get the tape, then the pillowcase right on your little head
We would search the crib for cake, but you don't get no bread
Funeral status, G shit, I could give 'em
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 you famous 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 Rattison got me on Madison
You talking all that fashion shit but cop it the Africans
That start none, it won't be none
Y'all who run the streets, huh? Griselda
We gon' see when Tana 3 come
Got my hammer in the trap, I watch the camera like a
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 Ross, I be with gunplay
You hard, you could reach this one day
I learned the game young, and 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
pray for us, nigga, make sure you pray for the weak
I bump into a bird, nigga, 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

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