Luyện nghe bài hát God And Gunz

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

1 (Kane)

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

2 (Mac)

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

Nigga, have you ever the face of death
Nigga, have you ever heard the of God
These hollow tip bullets be hot the sun
trust no one but your God and your gun

3 (Abel)

Bitch listen to the words of the south poor teacher
I'm a die with in my eyes
Smoking some reefer the grim reaper
Cause niggas on my block is ignorant Sasquatch
I cook rhymes and like baking soda with rocks
Its hysteria when I left your block red like ketchup
Still running from the popos, but them hoes still can't 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 you second guessing
Niggas gone they fucking lesson
When my smith and wesson change facial expression
Niggas I'm blessing God's creation
deep like revelation, murder, hustling my occupation

4 (Mac)

Affiliation from my got niggas pacing from here to Russia
Stone crusher, I keep crew under
Never settle for lesser the have nots running from cops
Slanging rocks to pay the mad locs
And lay me to sleep with my heat
Plus some sneakers on my feet just in case my window locks are
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 out for the paper til its time to meet my maker
Straight from the cradle to the hands of the undertaker
Son I to glock battle with kerosene oil
So the shit jam and murder plans don't spoil
Spirits that read the bible pray to black
Necessary for survival so you can't see us

6 (Mac)

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