Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Clap Music

* corrections to the typist

down the street 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

When niggaz start the poppin them shells get to

2X]

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

Load it up, it back and blast to it

Starr]
Yo, who shot too late to try to operate
Hard escape through New York
It's on killa, fuck all the that hate
I can ya shook when ya walk through the gate
Your heartbeat break like a Kay tape
guns to this, raisin the crime rate
Niggaz better blast when it's to shoot
on the roof tryna blast at you
See me in the six coupe, twins
Skiddin, murder scene left, God
New guns, old guns, need to test

I burn, baby, burn sniffin asbestos

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

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

Poppin the at ten, then guns in the sky
Grew up in the Stuy, peace to ghetto
Up in the x-sincos with my niggaz from Queens wit metal
Drug raps through the PJ's, ki's and trees, now we DA's
paid 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 my fifth 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 bigger the gun, the more it do
I say the the pistol, the better it shoot

I a holla to my niggaz in warfare
Sticky don't care, if don't else care
And um, I'm quick to reach for the glock
So if you run up in my spot motherfuckers get
In streets niggaz drivin fives gettin set up
Forgive but don't forget benz'll get wet up
Niggaz come around frontin, 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 don't blast
They like ladies, they take their ice to the casket
And since we all from the hood
Got our name from the and our game from the hood
I it's time to kill for our good, time to heal our hood
Be real to our

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

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