Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Clap Music

* corrections to the typist

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

When start the poppin them shells get to droppin

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

Load it up, cock it back and to it

[Fredro
Yo, who ya?It's too late to try to operate
Hard escape through New State
on killa, fuck all the niggaz that hate
I can feel ya when ya walk through the gate
Your heartbeat break like a Kay Slay
Bust guns to this, the crime rate
better blast when it's time to shoot
Niggaz on the tryna 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, like sniffin asbestos

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

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

Poppin the at ten, then guns in the sky
up in the Stuy, peace to every ghetto
Up in the x-sincos with my niggaz from Queens wit heavy
Drug raps through the PJ's, ki's and trees, now we payin
Gettin paid three ways
Who wanna won't cost you a dollar
Get your boys to follow of course you still gonna
Money I'm sick, keep puttin clips in them
And spit, you measure my fifth with six rulers
Hold up killer, I'm all about gettin
And when I cock back duke I'm givin tattoo

[Sticky
Some say the bigger the gun, the more it do
I say the the pistol, the better it shoot

I a holla to my niggaz in warfare
Sticky don't care, if nobody else care
And um, I'm quick to reach for the glock
So if you run up in my spot get shot
In these niggaz 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 there bleedin
nigga you know me

Don't make me 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 we all came from the hood
Got our name from the hood and our from the hood
I think time to kill for our good, time to heal our hood
Be real to our

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

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