Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Clap Music

* corrections to the typist

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

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, is gun clap music

Load it up, cock it back and to it

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

I burn, baby, burn sniffin asbestos

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

A'yo I'm still not a hater but the spray ya
Say hello to the bad guy, meet your
gone, locked down streets in blocks down east
Hopped out jeeps, knocked out teeth and chopped beef
With the boxpound heat, it's your 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 niggaz from Queens wit heavy
Drug raps the PJ's, ki's and trees, now we payin DA's
paid from three ways
Who die?It won't cost you a dollar
Get your boys to of course you still gonna holla
I'm sick, keep puttin clips in them rugers
And spit, you couldn't measure my fifth with six
Hold up killer, I'm all about loot
And I cock back duke I'm givin glock tattoo

[Sticky
Some say the the gun, the more damage it do
I say the smaller the pistol, the better it

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

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

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

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

And to my thugs get up, I know you fed up niggaz
But keep ya up