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 guns 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 music
Fuck rap music, this is gun music
Fuck rap music, this is gun music

Load it up, it back and blast to it

[Fredro
Yo, who ya?It's too late to try to operate
Hard escape through New State
It's on killa, fuck all the niggaz hate
I can feel ya when ya walk through the gate
Your break like a Kay Slay tape
Bust guns to this, the crime rate
better blast when it's time to shoot
Niggaz on the roof tryna at you
See me in the six coupe, twins
Skiddin, scene left, God ridden
New guns, old guns, to test those

I burn, baby, burn like sniffin

low, reload and stay low
I twist caps than the 40 oco
Bitches know, could 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, your creator
Your gone, locked streets in blocks down east
Hopped out jeeps, out teeth and chopped down beef
With the heat, it's 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, ki's and trees, now we payin
Gettin from 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 fifth six rulers
Hold up killer, I'm all gettin loot
And I cock back duke I'm givin glock tattoo

[Sticky
Some say the bigger the gun, the more 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 to reach for the glock
So if you run up in my spot motherfuckers get
In these streets niggaz 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 there bleedin
Cause nigga you me

make me blast you up and snatch your ass out the b
And bitch niggaz blast back
They like ladies, they their ice chains to the casket
And we all came from the hood
Got our name from the hood and our from 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 we'll have a race of
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 thugs get up, I know you fed up niggaz
But ya guns up