Luyện nghe bài hát God And Gunz

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

1 (Kane)

Fuck Batman in my hood be robbing
Clips and techs stole my soul like the of Death, drama left my
mama
with 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 and present danger
Who the bitch made banger
Living States of America bullets break the sound barrier
niggas down to dick licking when I bury ya

2 (Mac)

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

Nigga, have you ever 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 to the words of the south poor righteous teacher
I'm a die with in my eyes
Smoking reefer with the grim reaper
Cause niggas on my block is ignorant Sasquatch
I cook rhymes and beats like baking soda rocks
Its hysteria when I left your block red like ketchup
Still running the popos, but them hoes 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 you second guessing
Niggas gone learn they fucking
my smith and wesson change they facial expression
Niggas I'm blessing God's creation
Mind deep like revelation, murder, hustling my

4 (Mac)

Affiliation from my got niggas pacing from here to Russia
Stone crusher, I keep crew under
Never settle for the have nots running from crab cops
Slanging slab 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 never 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 to meet my maker
Straight from the cradle to the hands of the undertaker
Son I came to glock battle kerosene oil
So the shit jam and murder plans don't spoil
Spirits that read the bible to black jesus
for survival so you niggas can't see us

6 (Mac)

When the sun sets I'm at
They got bullets to penetrate your proof vest
I stress holding peace, slipping let dying my El puffing a L
Crack sales create clientele in
Street what we were giving it
Living it no positive in it
Forever ignorant, let us Lord