Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Blast

Better back up off me/ nigga never no softY/ boy I'll stop heartbeat
While you out in the street yellin out what you fittin to do to me/ in the middle of your ima sweep you off your feet, to sleep
Fuckin with these thinkin ya'll don't bleed blood
Ima make you a pop pop, what 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 fittin to show these niggas a little somethin
Reppin shit for bone thugs, nigga don't test mine to the but like my MO Thug niggas they BOSS show 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 you's a anybody killa nigga, let the rain
DONT BE PULLIN MY cause if you ain't you don got into some shit/ with 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
THIS LEAD fuckin em up with me gun gun blast
PUMPIN THIS LEAD fuckin em uo me gun gun blast

Undercover man, how you want it man/ Ima on the loose 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 words fly out they mouth when you ain't around/ talkin like a nigga stole they BUT when a nigga show up these 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 i got somethin for ya, in the holsta
In the bushes cocked, up on the i got a gauge and glock/ 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 M-11s SR-15s and i 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 Ghetto Cowboy 06/ fake niggas and real niggas in the real world just don't mix

I'm a hundred proof, want a taste?/ 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
do my damn thing and lift ya mayne/ BET YOU won't leave the same way you came
We soldiers tight put up stripes we'll rip them off slash 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 give 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
Younger 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/ thuggstas straight up warned you will, mine
Oh we ride yes we ride in the nightime/ it really don't matter get high up in the daylight
Thuggstas no fools we know the rules/ don't get too close with the attitude, do, cause ooo won't how i give it to ya