Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Blast

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

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

Undercover man, how you want it man/ Ima fool on the with a gun in hand
I got a sure shot aim for the runnin man/ that'll stop you in the when I'm dumpin man, they did somethin man
Niggas talk real loud fly out they 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 the shoulders 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 a cannons wild n out but i ain't 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 family my money my 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 packin we can definetly get it crackin
Old fashioned like the wild west Ghetto Cowboy 06/ fake niggas and real niggas in the real world just don't mix

I'm a proof, want a taste?/ take it to the head or the face wrong place you can do it
met a sucka nigga runnin with a thugga, not in the game/ nigga runnin with a thuggish ruggish in my range
Better do my damn thing and lift ya 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 with the money spent on bullet proof nigga fight fight
Handle that, nigga handle that give back to the music fuck that fuck reach back throw back everybody in the car gotta lean back
See now the game was soft so we back/ hit em in the head with a
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, mine
Oh we will ride yes we 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