Luyện nghe bài hát God And Gunz

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

1 (Kane)

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

2 (Mac)

If its my fast life, then hit and slow me down God
Cause uptown many dead was found God
On this island that runs the Mississippi River
When ain't no need in in debt cause he deliver
Fuck strangers, I know niggas who kill 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 no one but your God and your gun

3 (Abel)

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

4 (Mac)

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

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5 (Abel)

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

6 (Mac)

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