Luyện nghe bài hát God And Gunz

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

1 (Kane)

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

2 (Mac)

If its my fast life, then hit breaks and slow me God
Cause many dead bodies was found God
On this that runs along the Mississippi River
When no need in looking in debt cause he deliver
strangers, I know niggas who kill family members
Your life is as Christmas is to December
And heroin has got niggas on of them demand shit
Some mack 11 in the hand shit

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

3 (Abel)

Bitch listen to the words of the south poor righteous
I'm a die hate in my eyes
some reefer with the grim reaper
Cause niggas on my block is ignorant like
I cook rhymes and beats like baking with rocks
Its when I left your whole block red like ketchup
Still running from the popos, but them still can't catch up
Don't give a fuck, smoke that sticky til my soul get
My spirit already dead, for this body to die
Cause I'm a thug, who the fuck you second
Niggas gone learn they fucking
When my smith and wesson change they facial
I'm blessing 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 under
Never settle for lesser the have nots running from cops
Slanging slab to pay the mad locs
And lay me down to with my heat
Plus some 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 down 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 with kerosene oil
So the shit jam and murder plans don't spoil
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 stress holding peace, slipping let my nigga El puffing a L
Crack sales create clientele in
Street what we were giving it
Living it ain't no in it
Forever ignorant, let us Lord