Luyện nghe bài hát Easter Gunday 3

[Intro: Plum]
Yay, though I walk through the valley of the of death
I will fear no evil, for my AK and 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 bulletproof
But we for your dome piece
Shot to the forehead, you a third eye
your 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 Rebels

1: Westside Gunn]
Ayo, I don't leave my pistol on
Drive-bys, I'm playing
Soon as the box hit the skrt, I'ma get him
up your mama house, your uncle brains on the lawn
Blew nephew off the tricycle, shots ripple
Like the PSI, Lord, you not
On the yard, me and Blue DaVinci, with me
Went to the halfway house, I took the Uzi me
Skating over weight on the Palace deck, I'm not
Peace to little Sean, peace to (P!)
GxFR, the murder set
Everybody got dope, but I the best
Everybody my shit
Shoot the 8 three times, I break my wrist
Took 6, came back, now I'm than ever
Amiri jeans, on the sweater, who better?
I mean, I guess it's
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 Dump Legend shit sound like
on like Vader, training like al-Qaeda
Mach retired, nigga turned to a
Meanwhile, I'm getting
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 fucking
I wasn't gon' do this shit
I had to,
But fuck it, man, Easter, man
I'm just having fun, I wrote this in like 5 minutes
I don't waste time on these
skittles
I'm not gon' even do this shit no
I give a fuck if niggas make some shit
Talk some shit, tweet shit
I ain't gon' 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 still do what I to
I only drink
I wear six in jewels
I got all type of
I'm 'bout to buy my some titties
And like, like, life is beautiful
Pootie getting Gucci
That Louis, shoutout to
But, yo, before, was on these shits
Shit
Can I get my painting,
But it's all about
See, this a different kind of
Niggas really put the in
Niggas been in the
Niggas lost our best
in peace Machine Gun Black
Niggas been shot, niggas been
been in that hole
Niggas locked up, 23 and 1
Ike, free Sly
Niggas been on
Niggas done them trips
I remember one time, had me shackled
From- from Buffalo to fucking Youngstown,
Sat there for a in shackles
All the way to PA
Shackled, got on Con Air, all the way to Oklahoma
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 share for the fruit, nigga

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

[Verse 2:
Ah, go
Ski mask, crooked faces, rap shit took us places
My strap get put in faces, word to my butcher apron
Around the world, I'm good with gangsters, got good
All it took was patience, now I'm on, so they us places
Let me you fronting, you just wanna be pop
You want the buzz, you want the love, but you don't to be shot
How you don't want what come it, you just 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 reefer up, I'm speeding off the company lot
Aye, look, West told me chill, but I where the nigga live
Sopranos, nigga, tie you up, right in that little crib
Get the tape, then throw the pillowcase right on little head
We would search the for cake, but know you don't get no bread
Funeral status, G shit, I could give 'em
My team like, what's with the action, we could give them caskets
Look, 6 shooters, 8 heaters, 6 bodies, 8
Play with me, I make you famous quicker a Drake feature
I be Off-White, and I be rocking BAPE sneakers
I mix that with Fendi shit like I don't got no taste
Hopping at the Rattison got me shopping on
You talking all that fashion shit but cop it from the
don't start none, it won't be none
Y'all know who run the streets, huh?
We gon' see Tana Talk 3 come
Got my hammer in the trap, I watch the camera a rerun
Undercover, caught scanner, throw your hand up when you see one
Easter Gunday, I need a runway
I let the clip talk, think I'm Rick Ross, I be with gunplay
You grind hard, you reach this one day
I learned the game young, and that I would teach it some day
I'm bool, you the rules when you play in these streets
You smooth, cock the tool, now you for keeps
Don't pray for us, nigga, make you pray for the weak
I bump into a bird, nigga, I'ma up his feet
I just booked a flight to Cali, I'ma stay for the
My bitch coming, while I work, I let her 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 know it is
Hahaha, go