Luyện nghe bài hát God And Gunz

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

1 (Kane)

Fuck Batman niggas in my hood be
and techs stole my soul like the Angel of Death, drama left my
mama
Fucking Kane catch embalming fluid in the veins
Better off having a ?? on cocaine cutting fucking brain
Anger, and a round live in the chamber
Its clear and present
Who the bitch made nigga
Living United States of America bullets break the sound
Shook niggas down to dick when I bury ya

2 (Mac)

If its my life, then hit breaks and slow me down God
uptown many dead bodies was found God
On this island runs along the Mississippi River
When ain't no need in looking in debt cause he
Fuck strangers, I know niggas who kill family
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 ever the word of God
hollow tip bullets be hot like the sun
Don't no one but your God and your gun

3 (Abel)

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

4 (Mac)

Affiliation from my nation got niggas pacing here to Russia
Stone crusher, I keep crew pressure
Never settle for the have nots running from crab cops
slab rocks to pay the mad locs
And lay me down to sleep with my
Plus sneakers on my feet just in case my window locks are weak
is cool but there'll never be
My mack 11 got you holding more glocks down than 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 glock battle kerosene oil
So the shit don't jam and murder plans don't
Spirits that read the bible pray to black
for survival so you niggas can't see us

6 (Mac)

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