Luyện nghe bài hát God And Gunz

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

1 (Kane)

Fuck Batman in my hood be robbing
and techs stole my soul like the Angel of Death, drama left my
mama
Fucking with Kane catch fluid in the veins
Better off having a ?? on cocaine your fucking brain
Anger, and keep a round live in the
Its and present danger
Who the bitch made nigga
Living United States of bullets break the sound barrier
Shook niggas down to dick when I bury ya

2 (Mac)

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

Nigga, have you ever the face of death
Nigga, you ever heard the word of God
These hollow tip bullets be hot the sun
Don't no one but your God and your gun

3 (Abel)

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

4 (Mac)

Affiliation from my got niggas pacing from here to Russia
Stone crusher, I keep crew pressure
settle for lesser the have nots running from crab cops
Slanging slab to pay the mad locs
And lay me to sleep with my heat
some sneakers on my feet just in case my window locks are weak
Peace is cool but there'll be
My 11 got you holding more glocks down than Heather B

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5 (Abel)

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

6 (Mac)

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