Luyện nghe bài hát Easter Gunday 3

[Intro: Plum]
Yay, though I walk through the valley of the of death
I will no evil, for my AK and Glock 9, they comfort me
Though prepareth the table before me, in the presence of my
He has S on his feet, so he thought he had an S on his chest with that bulletproof vest
But we coming for dome piece
to the forehead, give you a third eye
Make kids cry, baby 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 Fashion

1: Westside Gunn]
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 mama house, your uncle brains on the lawn
Blew your nephew off the tricycle, shots
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
to little Sean, peace to Bernadette (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
Took 6, back, now I'm better than ever
jeans, alligator on the sweater, who better?
I mean, I it's Fahim
He still heads off of guillotines, nigga, please
Ninja stars in the trees, on, fam
We ain't the same, you ain't never a thousand grand
You ain't never shot a nigga, no Con Air
Never been fly, fucked a bad bitch
Lil nigga, I'm
I heard the Legend shit sound like shit
Mask on like Vader, like al-Qaeda
Mach retired, nigga to a painter
Meanwhile, I'm paper
Yo, these rap weirdos
on my earlobes
Shit, the of the sun
Niggas tryna fit in, that's a Bum

Westside Gunn]
Yo, you already know
I even gon' do this shit
I had to,
But it, man, shoutout 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' even do this no more
I give a fuck if niggas make some shit
Talk some shit, tweet some
I even gon' see it anyway, niggas blocked me
But yo, I was
I just wanted to some fun, man
Let niggas know why I'm who the I am, man

See, like, I still do I want to
I only champagne
I wear six figures in
I got all of houses
I'm 'bout to buy my bitch titties
And like, like, life is beautiful
getting that Gucci
That Louis, to Pootie
But, yo, before, was on these shits
happens
Can I get my painting,
But it's all about
See, this a kind of life
Niggas really put the in
been in the raids
Niggas lost our best
in peace Machine Gun Black
Niggas been shot, niggas stabbed
Niggas been in that
Niggas locked up, 23 and 1
Ike, free Sly
Niggas told on
done took them trips
I one time, niggas 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 don't that life
Where you don't eat the meat, so you share for the motherfucking fruit,

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It's be the illest shit all year
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[Verse 2:
Ah, go
Ski mask, crooked faces, this rap shit took us
My get put in faces, that's word to my butcher apron
the world, I'm good with gangsters, got good relations
All it took was patience, now I'm on, so book us places
Let me catch you fronting, you just be pop
You want the buzz, you want the love, but you don't to be shot
How you don't want what come with it, you want to be hot
To be Griselda, nigga, you gotta stand on one of blocks
I was feeding them, stove on medium, under pot
Rolling up, while I'm speeding off the company lot
Aye, look, West told me chill, but I know the nigga live
Sopranos, nigga, tie you up, right in that little crib
Get the tape, then throw the pillowcase on your little head
We would search the crib for cake, but know you get no bread
Funeral status, G shit, I could give 'em
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 make you famous quicker than a feature
I be rocking Off-White, and I be rocking BAPE
I mix that with Fendi like I don't got no taste neither
Hopping at the got me shopping on Madison
You talking all that fashion shit but cop it from the
That don't start none, it be none
Y'all know who run the streets, Griselda
We gon' see when Tana Talk 3
Got my hammer in the trap, I watch the camera a rerun
Undercover, caught with scanner, throw your up when you see one
It's Easter Gunday, I a runway
I let the clip talk, think I'm Rick Ross, I be with gunplay
You hard, you could reach this one day
I the game young, and knew that I would teach it some day
I'm bool, you know the rules when you in these streets
You smooth, the tool, now you playing for keeps
Don't pray for us, nigga, make you pray for the weak
I bump a bird, nigga, I'ma scrape up his feet
I just booked a flight to Cali, 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 and they sleep

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