Luyện nghe bài hát God And Gunz

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

1 (Kane)

Fuck Batman niggas in my hood be
Clips and techs stole my soul like the Angel of Death, drama my
mama
Fucking with catch embalming fluid in the veins
Better off having a ?? on cocaine cutting your brain
Anger, and a round live in the chamber
Its clear and present
Who the bitch made banger
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, then hit breaks and me down God
Cause uptown many bodies was found God
On this island that runs along the Mississippi
ain't no need in looking in debt cause he deliver
Fuck strangers, I know niggas who family members
Your is unimportant as Christmas is to December
And heroin has got niggas on some of demand shit
Some loaded mack 11 in the hand

Nigga, have you seen the face of death
Nigga, have you 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 in my eyes
Smoking some reefer with the grim
niggas on my block is ignorant like Sasquatch
I cook rhymes and beats like baking soda with
Its hysteria I left your whole block red like ketchup
Still from the popos, but them hoes still can't catch up
Don't give a fuck, smoke that sticky til my get high
My already dead, waiting for this body to die
Cause I'm a thug, who the fuck you guessing
Niggas gone they fucking lesson
When my smith and wesson they facial expression
Niggas I'm blessing God's creation
Mind like revelation, murder, hustling my occupation

4 (Mac)

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

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5 (Abel)

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

6 (Mac)

When the sun sets I'm at
They got bullets to penetrate through your proof
I stress holding peace, slipping let dying my nigga El a L
Crack sales create clientele in
Street what we were giving it
Living it ain't no in it
ignorant, let us pray Lord