Luyện nghe bài hát God And Gunz

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

1 (Kane)

Fuck Batman in my hood be robbing
Clips and techs stole my soul like the Angel of Death, drama my
sobbing
Fucking Kane catch embalming fluid in the veins
Better off having a ?? on cutting your fucking brain
Anger, and keep a round live in the
Its clear and present
Who the made nigga banger
Living United States of bullets break the sound barrier
Shook niggas down to dick licking I bury ya

2 (Mac)

If its my life, then hit breaks and slow me down God
Cause many dead bodies was found God
On island 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 unimportant as is to December
And heroin has got niggas on some of demand shit
Some loaded 11 in the hand shit

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

3 (Abel)

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

4 (Mac)

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

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5 (Abel)

I'm out for the paper til its time 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 don't jam and murder don't spoil
Spirits that read the bible pray to jesus
Necessary for so you niggas can't see us

6 (Mac)

When the sun I'm at rest
They got bullets to penetrate through your vest
I stress peace, slipping let dying my nigga El puffing a L
Crack sales create clientele in
Street life we were giving it
Living it no positive in it
Forever ignorant, let us pray