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

When niggaz start the poppin them get to droppin

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

it up, cock it back and blast to it

[Fredro
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 ya walk through the gate
Your break like a Kay Slay tape
Bust guns to this, the crime rate
Niggaz better blast when it's to shoot
Niggaz on the roof tryna at you
See me in the six coupe, engine
Skiddin, murder left, God ridden
New guns, old guns, to test those

I burn, baby, burn sniffin asbestos

Bust low, reload and low
I twist more 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 still not a but the heat'll spray ya
Say to the bad guy, meet your creator
Your gone, locked down in blocks down east
Hopped out jeeps, knocked out teeth and chopped beef
With the boxpound heat, it's option to die

the nine at ten, then guns 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
Gettin paid three ways
Who wanna die?It won't you a dollar
Get your boys to follow of you still gonna holla
Money I'm sick, keep puttin clips in them
And spit, you couldn't measure my with six rulers
Hold up killer, I'm all about gettin
And when I cock back duke I'm glock tattoo

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

I give a 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 motherfuckers get shot
In streets niggaz drivin fives gettin set up
Forgive but forget your benz'll get wet up
Niggaz come around frontin, believe 'em

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

Don't make me blast you up and snatch ass out the b
And bitch niggaz blast back
They like ladies, take their ice chains to the casket
And since we all came from the
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 don't have a race of babies
That'll take to school and get crazy
And to my sons tryna make
Sellin on the blocks, watch out when the jake comes

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