Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Blast

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

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

Undercover man, how you want it man/ Ima fool on the loose a gun in hand
I got a shot aim for the runnin man/ that'll stop you in the tracks when I'm dumpin man, they did somethin man
Niggas talk real loud words fly out mouth when you ain't around/ talkin like a nigga stole they style BUT when a nigga show up these niggas bow down
Pound for pound from the nigga I'm the coldest little soldier/ BIG NIGGAS OR IF ITS A CLIQUE OF you niggas believe i got somethin for ya, in the holsta
In the bushes cocked, up on the porch i got a gauge and glock/ corner to corner this thing on lock yea hot on this block
Nigga got everything short a cannons n out but i ain't Nick Cannon/ nigga got M-11s SR-15s and i plan to let niggas have it
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 blastin
Countin out caskets on you bastards smashin if I'm ever forced to bring the action/ ima down i'm pistol packin we can definetly get it crackin
Old fashioned like the wild west Cowboy nigga 06/ fake niggas and real niggas in the real world just don't mix

I'm a hundred proof, want a take it to the head or the face wrong place you can do it
Never met a sucka nigga runnin with a thugga, not in the game/ nigga with a thuggish ruggish in my range
Better do my damn thing and lift ya mayne/ BET YOU 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 the money spent on bullet proof nigga 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 so we back/ hit em in the head with a relapse
than most of you niggas so what? you die you die if i decide/ then we ride
If it's on you rock a bye bye/ straight up warned you will, obey mine
Oh we will ride yes we ride in the nightime/ it really don't matter get high up in the
Thuggstas no fools we know the rules/ don't get too with the attitude, do, cause ooo won't like how i give it to ya