Luyện nghe bài hát God And Gunz

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

1 (Kane)

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

2 (Mac)

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

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

3 (Abel)

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

4 (Mac)

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

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5 (Abel)

I'm going out for the til its time to meet my maker
Straight soldier the cradle to the hands of the undertaker
Son I to glock battle with kerosene oil
So the shit don't jam and murder plans spoil
Spirits that read the bible 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 stress holding peace, slipping let my nigga El puffing a L
Crack sales create in hell
Street life what we were it
it ain't no positive in it
Forever ignorant, let us pray