Luyện nghe bài hát Easter Gunday 3

[Intro: Plum]
Yay, though I through the valley of the shadow of death
I fear no evil, for my AK and Glock 9, they comfort me
Though prepareth the before me, in the presence of my enemies
He has super S on his feet, so he thought he had an S on his 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

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

Brr brr brr
By Fashion

1: Westside 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 mama house, your uncle brains on the lawn
your nephew off the tricycle, shots ripple
Like the PSI, Lord, you not
On the yard, me and DaVinci, shooters with me
to the halfway house, I took the Uzi with me
Skating weight 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
the 8 three times, I might break my wrist
Took 6, came back, now I'm better than
jeans, alligator on the sweater, who better?
I mean, I it's Fahim
He chopping heads off of guillotines, nigga, please
Ninja in the trees, come on, fam
We ain't the same, you ain't seen a thousand grand
You ain't never shot a nigga, no Con Air
Never been fly, never fucked a bad
Lil nigga, I'm
I heard the Dump Legend shit like shit
Mask on like Vader, training like
Mach retired, nigga to a painter
Meanwhile, I'm paper
Yo, these rap niggas
VVSs on my
Shit, the of the sun
Niggas fit in, that's a Camouflage Bum

Westside 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 this shit in like 5 minutes
I don't waste on these niggas
skittles
I'm not gon' even do shit no more
I don't give a fuck if niggas make some
some shit, tweet some shit
I ain't even see it anyway, niggas blocked me
But yo, I was
I just wanted to have fun, man
Let know why I'm who the fuck I am, man

See, like, I do what I want to
I drink champagne
I wear six in jewels
I got all of houses
I'm 'bout to buy my bitch some
And like, like, is fucking beautiful
Pootie getting that
Louis, shoutout to Pootie
But, yo, before, Mach was on shits
happens
Can I get my painting,
But it's all Griselda
See, this a different of life
Niggas really put the in
Niggas been in the
Niggas lost our best
Rest in peace Gun Black
Niggas shot, niggas been stabbed
been in that hole
Niggas locked up, 23 and 1
Free Ike, Sly
Niggas told on
Niggas done took trips
I one time, niggas had me shackled
From- from Buffalo to Youngstown, Ohio
Sat for a week in shackles
All the way to PA
Shackled, got on Con Air, flew all the way to
Oklahoma, shackled, had to fly all the way to Atlanta
See, y'all don't know that life
you don't eat the meat, so you share for the motherfucking fruit, nigga

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

2: Benny]
Ah, go
Ski mask, crooked faces, this rap shit us places
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 the love, but you don't 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, stove on medium, under pot
Rolling reefer up, while I'm off the company lot
Aye, look, West told me chill, but I where the nigga live
Like Sopranos, nigga, tie you up, in that little crib
Get the tape, then throw the pillowcase right on little head
We would the crib for cake, but know 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
Play with me, I make you famous quicker a Drake feature
I be rocking Off-White, and I be 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 the Africans
That don't start none, it won't be
Y'all know who run the streets, Griselda
We gon' see when Tana Talk 3
Got my in the trap, I watch the camera like a rerun
Undercover, with scanner, throw your hand up when you see one
It's Gunday, I need a runway
I let the clip talk, niggas I'm Rick Ross, I be with gunplay
You grind hard, you could this 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, the tool, now you playing for keeps
Don't pray for us, nigga, make you pray for the weak
I bump into a bird, nigga, scrape up his feet
I just a flight to Cali, I'ma stay for the week
My coming, while I work, I let her play on the beach
The of the streets, I rob just to stay on my feet
I'm at niggas, rap niggas see face and they sleep

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