Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Fetish

I gotta I gotta I I gotta
x 2

(Hook)
A.K go
Baretta go
that go
that Eagle go
i gotta gun fetish i gotta gun fetish I gotta gun fetish I gun fetish
x 2

you want I got goons by the door
the you think I got 'em for
niggas aint beefin no
they'll your body to the morgue

these betta stop it
we got them we'll put nails up in your coffin
I'm sick of niggas and them them 'em coughin
And if he lives there's no way that walkin

These turnin bitch like they dressed in drag
A sleeping trip to get the black zipper bags
All my niggas rounded up and when that barrels in your face its looking dark as fuck

You get up out my face
SK get to spraying faster than some mace
When it they say it pours
Shits all sweet till my niggas at front door

(Hook)

I'm something you can't
100 rounds spit everywhere it's on tour
You do by's I put shells through your door
I'll have him like I opened up his pores

I'm crazy try me nigga
You can't even eat if you run it by me nigga
I gotta carry guns my goons they fire triggers
Gun shells hit you hard and run right through you like its

You can hate me nigga go head and try to
Silencers on infrared beams
You aint got my bread well I got toast
I'll Sunday a nigga make him get the Holy Ghost

I'm semi-holding ch-ch-ch-choppa
I'll leave him in the forest with his skin corroded
So you can keep shit boy
You breakfast my goons at your back door

(Hook)

I gotta gun fetish I gun fetish
I get pissed and all you is (rat tat tat tat tat tat)
x 2

tell these niggas I playing with 'em
fuck a wrong place wrong time his homies with 'em
I'm something you cant
I the smell of gore

(Hook)