Luyện nghe bài hát God And Gunz

-Got my Mr Kane aka Stephen King,
black rain niggas in a bodysling
-My Mac the camouflage assassin
putting in the motherfucking uhn
-You want motherfucking gangsta 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 catch fluid in the veins
Better off having a ?? on cocaine cutting fucking brain
Anger, and a round live in the chamber
Its clear and danger
Who the made nigga banger
Living United States of America bullets break the sound
Shook niggas to dick licking when I bury ya

2 (Mac)

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

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

3 (Abel)

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

4 (Mac)

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

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5 (Abel)

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

6 (Mac)

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