Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Clap Music

* corrections to the typist

Walkin down the street 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 start the poppin them shells get to droppin

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

it up, cock it back and blast to it

[Fredro
Yo, who ya?It's too late to try to operate
escape through New York State
It's on killa, fuck all the niggaz that
I can feel ya shook when ya walk through the
Your heartbeat break a Kay Slay 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, to test those

I burn, baby, burn like asbestos

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

A'yo I'm still not a hater but the heat'll ya
Say hello to the bad guy, meet your
Your gone, locked down streets in blocks down
Hopped out jeeps, knocked out teeth and chopped 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 every
Up in the x-sincos with my niggaz from Queens wit heavy
Drug raps through the PJ's, ki's and trees, now we payin
Gettin from three ways
Who wanna won't cost 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 with six
up killer, I'm all about gettin loot
And I cock back duke I'm givin glock tattoo

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

I give a holla to my in warfare
Sticky care, if don't nobody else care
And um, I'm quick to reach for the glock
So if you run up in my motherfuckers get shot
In streets niggaz drivin fives gettin set up
but don't forget your benz'll get wet up
Niggaz come frontin, don't believe 'em

You no killer you be layin there bleedin
Cause nigga you me

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

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 cracks on the blocks, watch out the jake comes

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