Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Clap Music

* corrections to the typist

Walkin down the street with my, glock in my
No safety, you it and our guns don't jam
one in the hand and no need for cockin

When start the poppin them shells get to droppin

2X]

Fuck rap music, this is gun music
rap music, this is gun clap music
Fuck rap music, this is gun music

Load it up, cock it back and to it

Starr]
Yo, who shot ya?It's too to try to operate
Hard escape New York State
It's on killa, fuck all the that hate
I can feel ya shook when ya walk the gate
Your heartbeat break a Kay Slay tape
guns to this, raisin the crime rate
Niggaz better when it's time to shoot
Niggaz on the roof blast at you
See me in the six coupe, twins
Skiddin, murder left, God ridden
New guns, old guns, to test those

I burn, baby, burn like asbestos

Bust low, reload and low
I more caps than the 40 oco
Bitches know, could by the look on the thug face
The way they it in the club, it ain't safe

A'yo I'm not a hater but the heat'll spray ya
Say hello to the bad guy, your creator
Your gone, locked streets in blocks down east
Hopped out jeeps, knocked out teeth and chopped down
With the boxpound heat, it's option to die

Poppin the nine at ten, guns in the sky
Grew up in the Stuy, peace to every
Up in the x-sincos with my from Queens wit heavy metal
Drug through the PJ's, ki's and trees, now we payin DA's
paid from three ways
Who wanna die?It won't cost you a
Get boys to follow of course you still gonna holla
Money I'm sick, keep puttin clips in rugers
And spit, you couldn't measure my fifth with six
up killer, I'm all about gettin loot
And I cock back duke I'm givin glock tattoo

[Sticky
Some say the bigger the gun, the damage it do
I say the smaller the pistol, the it shoot

I give a holla to my niggaz in
Sticky don't care, if nobody else care
And um, I'm always quick to reach for the
So if you run up in my motherfuckers get shot
In these streets drivin fives gettin set up
Forgive but don't forget your get wet up
come around frontin, don't believe 'em

You ain't no you be layin there bleedin
nigga you know me

Don't me blast you up and snatch your ass out the b
And bitch don't blast back
They ladies, they take their ice chains to the casket
And since we all came from the
Got our name the hood and our game from the hood
I think time to kill for our good, time to heal our hood
Be to our hood

And if we don't have a race of babies
That'll take 380's to school and get
And to my tryna make ones
Sellin cracks on the blocks, watch out the jake comes

And to my real get up, I know you fed up niggaz
But ya guns up