Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Clap Music

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

When start the poppin them shells get to droppin

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

Load it up, it back and blast to it

[Fredro
Yo, who shot ya?It's too to try to operate
Hard escape New York State
It's on killa, all the niggaz that hate
I can feel ya shook ya walk through the gate
Your heartbeat break a Kay Slay tape
Bust guns to this, raisin the crime
Niggaz better 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 those

I burn, baby, burn like sniffin

low, reload and stay low
I twist more than the 40 oco
Bitches know, could tell by the look on the thug
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 your
Your gone, locked down streets in down east
Hopped out jeeps, out teeth and chopped down beef
With the boxpound heat, your option to die

the nine at ten, then guns in the sky
Grew up in the Stuy, peace to ghetto
Up in the x-sincos with my niggaz from wit heavy metal
Drug raps through the PJ's, and trees, now we payin DA's
Gettin paid from three
Who die?It won't cost you a dollar
Get your boys to of course you still gonna holla
Money I'm sick, puttin clips in them rugers
And spit, you measure my fifth with six rulers
Hold up killer, I'm all gettin loot
And when I back duke I'm givin glock 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 don't care, if don't nobody else
And um, I'm always quick to reach for the
So if you run up in my spot motherfuckers get
In these streets niggaz drivin gettin set up
Forgive but forget your benz'll get wet up
Niggaz come around frontin, believe 'em

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

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

And if we don't we'll a race of babies
take 380's to school and get crazy
And to my sons make ones
Sellin cracks on the blocks, watch out when the jake

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