Luyện nghe bài hát God And Gunz

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

1 (Kane)

Fuck Batman niggas in my hood be
Clips and techs stole my soul like the Angel of Death, drama 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 danger
Who the bitch made nigga
Living United States of America bullets break the barrier
Shook niggas down to dick licking when I 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 runs along the River
When ain't no need in looking in debt cause he
Fuck strangers, I know niggas who kill members
Your life is unimportant as Christmas is to
And heroin has got on some of them demand shit
Some loaded 11 in the hand shit

Nigga, have you ever seen the of death
Nigga, have you ever heard the of God
These tip bullets be hot like the sun
trust 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 cook rhymes and like baking soda with rocks
Its hysteria when I your whole block red like ketchup
Still running from the popos, but them hoes can't catch up
Don't give a fuck, smoke that til my soul get high
My spirit already dead, for this body to die
Cause I'm a thug, who the fuck you second
Niggas gone learn they lesson
When my smith and wesson change they expression
Niggas I'm blessing check creation
Mind deep revelation, murder, hustling my occupation

4 (Mac)

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

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5 (Abel)

I'm going out for the paper til its time to meet my
soldier from 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 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 penetrate your proof vest
I stress holding peace, slipping let dying my nigga El a L
Crack sales create clientele in
Street life what we were it
it ain't no positive in it
Forever ignorant, let us Lord