Luyện nghe bài hát Easter Gunday 3

[Intro: Plum]
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 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 dome
Shot to the forehead, you a third eye
Make 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 Fashion

[Verse 1: Westside
Ayo, I don't leave my pistol on
Drive-bys, I'm playing
as the box hit the skrt, I'ma get him gone
Shoot up mama house, your uncle brains on the lawn
Blew your 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 over weight on the deck, I'm not impressed
Peace to Sean, peace to Bernadette (P!)
GxFR, that's the set
got dope, but I serve the best
Everybody my shit
Shoot the 8 three times, I break my wrist
Took 6, came back, now I'm better than
Amiri jeans, on the sweater, who better?
I mean, I guess it's
He still heads off of guillotines, nigga, please
Ninja 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
Never fly, never fucked a bad bitch
Lil nigga, I'm
I heard the Dump Legend shit like shit
on like Vader, training like al-Qaeda
Mach retired, turned to a painter
Meanwhile, I'm getting
Yo, rap niggas weirdos
on my earlobes
Shit, the of the sun
Niggas fit in, that's a Camouflage Bum

[Break: Gunn]
Yo, you already fucking
I wasn't even do this shit
I had to,
But it, man, shoutout Easter, man
I'm just having fun, I wrote shit in like 5 minutes
I waste time on these niggas
Smoking
I'm not even do this shit no more
I give a fuck if niggas make some shit
Talk some shit, some shit
I ain't even gon' see it anyway, 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 do what I want to
I only champagne
I wear six in jewels
I got all type of
I'm to buy my bitch some titties
And like, like, life is beautiful
Pootie getting Gucci
That Louis, to Pootie
But, yo, before, Mach was on these
happens
Can I get my painting,
But it's all Griselda
See, this a different kind of
Niggas really put the in
been in the raids
Niggas our best niggas
Rest in peace Machine Gun
been shot, niggas been stabbed
Niggas been in that
Niggas locked up, 23 and 1
Free Ike, Sly
Niggas told on
done 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, all the way to Oklahoma
Oklahoma, shackled, had to fly all the way to Atlanta
See, y'all niggas don't know life
Where you don't eat the meat, so you share for the motherfucking fruit,

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

2: Benny]
Ah, go
Ski mask, faces, this rap shit took us places
My strap get put in faces, word to my butcher apron
Around the world, I'm with gangsters, got good relations
All it took was patience, now I'm on, so they book us
Let me catch you fronting, you wanna be pop
You want the buzz, you want the love, but you want to be shot
How you don't want what come with it, you 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 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 you don't get no bread
Funeral status, G shit, I could 'em passes
My like, what's good with the action, we could give them caskets
Look, 6 shooters, 8 heaters, 6 bodies, 8
with me, I make 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 got no taste neither
Hopping at the Rattison got me on Madison
You talking all that fashion shit but cop it from the
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 in the trap, I watch the camera like a rerun
Undercover, with scanner, throw your hand up when you see one
Easter Gunday, I need a runway
I let the talk, niggas think I'm Rick Ross, I be with gunplay
You grind hard, you could reach one day
I learned the game young, and knew I would teach it some day
I'm bool, you know the rules when you play in these
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 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 just to on my feet
I'm at niggas, rap niggas see this and they sleep

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