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
one in the hand and no need for cockin

When niggaz start the poppin shells get to droppin

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

Load it up, it back and blast to it

[Fredro
Yo, who shot ya?It's too to try to operate
escape through New York State
It's on killa, fuck all the niggaz hate
I can feel ya shook when ya through the gate
Your heartbeat like a Kay Slay tape
guns to this, raisin the crime rate
Niggaz better blast when time 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

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 still not a but the heat'll spray ya
Say hello to the bad guy, your creator
Your gone, locked down in blocks down east
Hopped out jeeps, knocked out teeth and down 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 the PJ's, ki's and trees, now we payin DA's
Gettin paid from ways
Who wanna die?It won't cost you a
Get boys to follow of course you still gonna holla
Money I'm sick, keep puttin clips in rugers
And spit, you couldn't measure my with six rulers
up killer, I'm all about gettin loot
And when I cock back duke I'm givin tattoo

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

I give a holla to my niggaz in
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 get shot
In these niggaz drivin fives gettin set up
Forgive but forget your benz'll get wet up
Niggaz around frontin, don't believe 'em

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

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

And if we don't we'll have a 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 comes

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