Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Clap Music

* corrections to the typist

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

niggaz start the poppin them shells get to droppin

2X]

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

Load it up, cock it and blast to it

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

I burn, baby, burn like sniffin

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

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

Poppin the nine at ten, then in the sky
Grew up in the Stuy, peace to every
Up in the with my niggaz from Queens wit heavy metal
Drug raps the PJ's, ki's and trees, now we payin DA's
paid from three ways
Who wanna won't cost you a dollar
Get your boys to follow of course you still holla
Money I'm sick, keep puttin in them rugers
And spit, you couldn't measure my with six rulers
up killer, I'm all about gettin loot
And when I cock back duke I'm glock tattoo

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

I give a 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 motherfuckers get shot
In these niggaz drivin fives gettin set up
Forgive but forget your benz'll get wet up
Niggaz come frontin, don't believe 'em

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

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

And if we we'll have a race of babies
That'll take 380's to school and get
And to my sons make ones
cracks on the blocks, watch out when the jake comes

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