Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Clap Music

* corrections to the typist

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

niggaz start the poppin them shells get to droppin

2X]

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

Load it up, cock it and blast to it

Starr]
Yo, who shot too late to try to operate
Hard escape New York State
It's on killa, fuck all the niggaz hate
I can feel ya when ya walk through the gate
heartbeat break like a Kay Slay tape
Bust guns to this, raisin the 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 left, God ridden
New guns, old guns, need to test

I burn, baby, burn like asbestos

low, reload and stay low
I more caps than 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 not a hater but the heat'll spray ya
Say hello to the bad guy, meet your
Your gone, locked down streets in blocks down
Hopped out jeeps, out teeth and chopped down 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 ghetto
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
Gettin from three ways
Who wanna die?It cost you a dollar
Get your boys to follow of course you gonna 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 gettin loot
And when I cock back duke I'm givin tattoo

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

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 niggaz fives gettin set up
Forgive but forget your benz'll get wet up
Niggaz around frontin, don't believe 'em

You no killer you be layin there bleedin
Cause nigga you me

Don't make me blast you up and your ass out the b
And bitch niggaz blast back
They like ladies, take their ice chains to the casket
And since we all came the hood
Got our name from the hood and our game the hood
I think it's time to for our good, time to heal our hood
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
Sellin cracks on the blocks, out when the jake comes

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