Luyện nghe bài hát Grab My Gun

I'm sticking on the tip of your dick
give your testicles a kick
that some shit
am I
harder than the
it ain't no miss a nigger with a spliff
and a chrome-fu pressed on yo back
so what you nigga how you wanna act
I civilized cause I love to see niggas die
brains all out on the street
and the preaching: he was a good man
played the bad man when the burner was in his
now he's singing sad songs Elvis
three to the 'bout six cross the pelvis
you fuck the high die you die
you're the same
if you up in the sky
I some old nex shit
suplex shit hardcore

a repetitive loop all I need to
is the proof I put it to you boy
hope you got the
biggie the rap genius
I keep the glock by the
the cleanest cut sluts
with the big humongous
I to rub a butt
my style is Gucci the hookers pussy
and it don't take a lot of puff
to put me flamin em
like that little Damien
glock 19 to my cranium
gang-thight gun motherfucker
niggas in they brains thought biggie was a
I tricked em I me work then I snitched em
I stripped em niggas dont want the friction
you before how I bring gun drama
playing Larry Johnson and his mama

fuck and feel the fury of a high nigga
when I get busy throw you in the sky nigga
I got the illest of the ill mentality be grabbing me
knowing that they rather be me all up in my back
tryna my track
when i used to crack I aint had problems like that
street rules watch pockets and your jewels
a nigga front a gat to the fool
next one to is getting blasted
streets to a flows from the ill gettho
as I release peace it's like indecent
stuck to your ass like tissue when wiping fast
mc's have a hard time
I'm marked with death hard to like steven
jacob I'm leaving
The black man's motto: you got a better playing lotto