Luyện nghe bài hát God And Gunz

-Got my Mr Kane aka Stephen King,
black rain niggas in a bodysling
-My nigga Mac the camouflage
putting in the motherfucking uhn
-You want some motherfucking shit nigga

1 (Kane)

Fuck Batman niggas in my be robbing
Clips and stole my soul like the Angel of Death, drama left my
sobbing
Fucking Kane catch embalming fluid in the veins
Better off having a ?? on cocaine cutting your fucking
Anger, and keep a live in the chamber
Its clear and danger
Who the made nigga banger
Living United States of America break the sound barrier
Shook niggas down to dick licking I bury ya

2 (Mac)

If its my fast life, then hit breaks and slow me God
Cause uptown dead bodies was found God
On this island that along the Mississippi River
ain't no need in looking in debt cause he deliver
Fuck strangers, I niggas who kill family members
Your life is unimportant as is to December
And has got niggas on some of them demand shit
Some loaded 11 in the hand shit

Nigga, have you seen the face of death
Nigga, have you heard the word of God
These hollow tip be hot like the sun
trust no one but your God and your gun

3 (Abel)

Bitch listen to the words of the poor righteous teacher
I'm a die hate in my eyes
Smoking reefer with the grim reaper
Cause niggas on my block is ignorant Sasquatch
I cook rhymes and beats baking soda with rocks
Its hysteria when I left your whole red like ketchup
Still running from the popos, but them hoes still can't up
Don't give a fuck, smoke that sticky til my soul get
My spirit already dead, waiting for this to die
Cause I'm a thug, who the you second guessing
Niggas gone learn they lesson
When my smith and wesson change facial expression
I'm blessing check God's creation
Mind deep like revelation, murder, my occupation

4 (Mac)

Affiliation from my got niggas pacing from here to Russia
crusher, I keep crew under pressure
Never settle for lesser the have nots from crab cops
slab rocks to pay the mad locs
And lay me down to sleep with my
some sneakers on my feet just in case my window locks are weak
Peace is cool but never be
My mack 11 got you holding more glocks down than B

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5 (Abel)

I'm going out for the paper til its time to my maker
Straight soldier from the to the hands of the undertaker
Son I to glock battle with kerosene oil
So the shit jam and murder plans don't spoil
Spirits that the bible pray to black jesus
for survival so you niggas can't see us

6 (Mac)

When the sun I'm at rest
They got bullets to penetrate through your vest
I holding peace, slipping let dying my nigga El puffing a L
sales create clientele in hell
Street what we were giving it
it ain't no positive in it
Forever ignorant, let us pray