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 hand and no for cockin

niggaz start the poppin them shells get to droppin

2X]

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

Load it up, it back and blast 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 through the gate
Your heartbeat like a Kay Slay tape
Bust guns to this, raisin the rate
better blast when it's time to shoot
Niggaz on the tryna blast at you
See me in the six coupe, engine
Skiddin, murder scene left, God
New guns, old guns, need to test

I burn, baby, like sniffin asbestos

low, reload and stay 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 safe

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
out jeeps, knocked out teeth and chopped down beef
With the boxpound heat, it's option to die

the nine at ten, then guns in the sky
Grew up in the Stuy, to every ghetto
Up in the x-sincos with my niggaz Queens wit heavy metal
Drug raps through the PJ's, ki's and trees, now we DA's
Gettin paid from 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 clips in rugers
And spit, you couldn't measure my fifth with six
Hold up killer, I'm all about loot
And when I cock back duke I'm givin tattoo

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

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

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

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

And if we don't we'll a race of babies
That'll take 380's to and get crazy
And to my sons make ones
Sellin 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