Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Blast

Better back up off me/ nigga never no softY/ boy I'll your heartbeat
While you out in the street yellin out what you fittin to do to me/ in the middle of 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 niggas that you got wit ya
I'm and quiet/ but surpise nigga i get LIVE
jumpin out of BUCKET dumpIN/ fittin to show these niggas a little somethin
Reppin shit for bone thugs, nigga test 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 ass like 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 you don got into some shit/ with the thuggish, ruggish bloody murda click

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

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 they mouth when you 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 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 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 thugs 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 packin we can definetly get it
Old fashioned like the wild west Ghetto Cowboy nigga 06/ niggas and real niggas in the real world just don't mix

I'm a hundred proof, want a taste?/ take it to the head or the face place you can do it
Never met a 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 mayne/ BET YOU won't leave the same way you
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 lean back
See now the game was soft so we back/ hit em in the head 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, obey
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