Luyện nghe bài hát God And Gunz

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

1 (Kane)

Fuck Batman in my hood be robbing
Clips and techs stole my soul like the Angel of Death, left my
sobbing
Fucking with Kane embalming fluid in the veins
Better off having a ?? on cocaine cutting fucking brain
Anger, and keep a round in the chamber
Its clear and present
Who the bitch nigga banger
United States of America bullets break the sound barrier
Shook niggas down to dick licking when I ya

2 (Mac)

If its my fast life, then hit breaks and me down God
Cause uptown many bodies was found God
On this island that runs the Mississippi River
When no need in looking in debt cause he deliver
Fuck strangers, I know who kill family members
Your life is unimportant as is to December
And heroin has got niggas on some of 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
Don't trust no one but your God and gun

3 (Abel)

Bitch listen to the words of the poor righteous teacher
I'm a die with hate in my
Smoking some reefer with the reaper
Cause niggas on my block is ignorant like
I cook rhymes and beats like baking soda with
Its hysteria when I left your whole block red 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 dead, waiting for this body to die
Cause I'm a thug, who the you second guessing
gone learn they fucking lesson
When my smith and wesson change facial expression
I'm blessing check God's creation
Mind deep like revelation, murder, hustling my

4 (Mac)

Affiliation my nation got niggas pacing from here to Russia
Stone crusher, I crew under pressure
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 locks are weak
Peace is but there'll never be
My mack 11 got you holding more glocks down Heather B

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5 (Abel)

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

6 (Mac)

When the sun I'm at rest
They got bullets to through your proof vest
I stress holding peace, slipping let my nigga El puffing a L
sales create clientele in hell
Street life we were giving it
Living it no positive in it
Forever ignorant, let us pray