Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Blast

Better back up off me/ never no softY/ boy I'll stop your heartbeat
While you out in the street yellin out you fittin to do to me/ in the middle of your speech ima sweep you off your feet, to sleep
Fuckin with these thugs/ thinkin don't bleed blood
Ima make you a believa pop pop, what you receiva/ A mothafuckin bullet from my automatic pistol, hit you him too, and all the rest of them niggas you got wit ya
I'm and quiet/ but surpise nigga i get LIVE
jumpin out of that BUCKET dumpIN/ to show these niggas a little somethin
Reppin shit for bone thugs, nigga don't mine to the redline/ but like my MO Thug niggas they BOSS 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 anybody killa nigga, let the rain
DONT BE PULLIN MY STRINGS cause if you ain't you don got into some shit/ with the thuggish, bloody murda click

-chorus-(Krayzie)
PUMPIN THIS fuckin em up with me gun gun blast
PUMPIN THIS LEAD FUCKIN em up me gun gun blast
PUMPIN THIS LEAD fuckin em up with me gun gun
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 man/ 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 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 shoulders nigga I'm the coldest little 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 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 Nick Cannon/ nigga got M-11s 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 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 ride down i'm pistol we can definetly get it crackin
Old fashioned like the wild west Ghetto Cowboy nigga 06/ fake niggas and real niggas in the real world 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 a thugga, not in the game/ nigga 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 somebody back with a attitude that right/ I'm sick with the money spent on bullet proof nigga fight fight
Handle that, nigga handle that back to the music fuck that fuck that/ reach back throw back everybody in the car gotta lean back
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 yes we ride in the nightime/ it really don't matter get high up in the daylight
Thuggstas no we know the rules/ don't get too close with the attitude, do, cause ooo won't like how i give it to ya