Luyện nghe bài hát God And Gunz

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

1 (Kane)

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

2 (Mac)

If its my fast life, hit breaks and slow me down God
Cause uptown many bodies was found God
On this island that along the Mississippi River
When ain't no need in looking in debt he deliver
Fuck strangers, I niggas who kill family members
Your life is as Christmas is to December
And heroin has got niggas on some of demand shit
Some mack 11 in the hand shit

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

3 (Abel)

Bitch listen to the of the south poor righteous teacher
I'm a die hate in my eyes
Smoking some reefer with the grim
Cause niggas on my block is ignorant like
I cook rhymes and beats like baking soda with
Its hysteria when I left your whole block red ketchup
Still running from the popos, but them still can't catch up
give a fuck, smoke that sticky til my soul get high
My spirit dead, waiting for this body to die
Cause I'm a thug, who the you second guessing
Niggas gone learn they lesson
When my smith and wesson they 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 crew under pressure
Never settle for lesser the have nots running from cops
Slanging slab to pay the mad locs
And lay me to sleep with my heat
Plus some sneakers on my feet 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

x2]

5 (Abel)

I'm out for the paper til its time to meet my maker
soldier from the cradle to the hands of the undertaker
Son I came to battle with kerosene oil
So the shit don't jam and plans don't spoil
Spirits that read the pray to black jesus
Necessary for so you niggas can't see us

6 (Mac)

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