Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Blast

Better back up off me/ nigga never no softY/ boy I'll stop your
While you out in the street yellin out what you fittin to do to me/ in the middle of your speech ima you off your feet, to sleep
Fuckin with these thugs/ thinkin ya'll don't bleed
Ima make you a believa pop pop, what you receiva/ A mothafuckin bullet from my automatic pistol, hit you him too, and all the of them niggas that you got wit ya
I'm collected and quiet/ but surpise i get LIVE
jumpin out of BUCKET dumpIN/ fittin to show these niggas a little somethin
Reppin shit for bone thugs, nigga don't test mine to the redline/ but like my MO Thug niggas they BOSS EM THE GUNLINE, GUNLINE
Caught in the line of fire boy if you to/ and a nigga gon be on your ass like skunk's funk pew
I grab my dick let my nuts swang from my thang/ if a anybody killa nigga, let the bullets rain
DONT BE PULLIN MY STRINGS cause if you ain't you don got into some shit/ with the thuggish, ruggish bloody murda

-chorus-(Krayzie)
THIS LEAD fuckin em up with me gun gun blast
PUMPIN LEAD FUCKIN em up with me gun gun blast
PUMPIN THIS LEAD em up with me gun gun blast
PUMPIN THIS fuckin em uo with me gun gun blast

Undercover man, how you it man/ Ima fool on the loose with a gun in hand
I got a sure shot aim for the runnin that'll stop you in the tracks when I'm dumpin man, they did somethin man
Niggas talk real loud words fly out they mouth when you ain't around/ talkin like a nigga stole they style BUT when a nigga show up niggas bow down
Pound for pound from the shoulders nigga I'm the coldest little soldier/ BIG NIGGAS OR IF ITS A CLIQUE OF you niggas believe i got for ya, in the holsta
In the bushes cocked, up on the porch i got a gauge and corner to corner this thing on lock yea it's hot on this block
Nigga got everything short a cannons wild n out but i ain't Nick Cannon/ nigga got SR-15s and i plan to let niggas have it
Fuck this rappin, if it come down to it nigga disrespectin what's happnin/ my family my money my thugs myself my nigga i'm flat out
Countin out caskets on you bastards smashin if I'm ever forced to bring the action/ ima ride i'm pistol packin we can definetly get it crackin
Old fashioned like the wild west Ghetto Cowboy nigga 06/ fake niggas and real niggas in the world just don't mix

I'm a hundred proof, want a taste?/ take it to the or the face wrong place you can do it
Never met a sucka nigga runnin with a thugga, not in the game/ runnin with a thuggish ruggish in my range
Better do my damn and lift ya mayne/ BET YOU won't leave the same way you came
We soldiers tight put up your stripes we'll rip them off slash somebody back with a attitude that right/ I'm sick with the money spent on bullet proof fight fight
Handle that, nigga handle that give back to the music fuck that fuck that/ reach back throw back everybody in the car gotta lean
See now the game was soft so we hit em in the head with a relapse
Younger than most of you so what? you die you die if i decide/ then we ride
If it's on you rock a bye bye/ thuggstas straight up warned you will, obey
Oh we ride yes we ride in the nightime/ it really don't matter get high up in the daylight
Thuggstas no fools we the rules/ don't get too close with the attitude, do, cause ooo won't like how i give it to ya