Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Harmonizing

"Somebody me up, yeahhh
And give me a
Give me a ride, I'm slidin off the
There's a in the road
I don't when I'm going, crazy"

[vocal gun sounds and for next 22 seconds]

Da 5'9"]
Verbalizin my murder
while you debatin usin machine squirters
Brrap, that trigger's my tongue, I let you it
Nigga that, fo'-fifth'll, lift a nigga, clique up
The Lord call for soul, it's time to go pick up
Answer the horn, blowin at you, you cold stiff up
My heat, heatin my hip up, all we do is court strippers
metal freezin like it's a morgue zipper
I (I) ride with Preme
Not the Preme Queens, but the Preme from {?}
'Bout to change the game, 'bout to fly the desert,
for people like the wing's the clip, and the barrel's the beak
My perilous fleece, throw on them diamonds
I'm a pharaoh deceased, like a spawn was
And, I would advice ya not to
New (Temptations), the gun

gun sounds and scatting for next 22 seconds]

Da 5'9"]
Every bullet's a
I write with a firing pen every time the, trigger it's a quote
Inside a full of smoke
lines of that gunpowder I'm hotter than a pair of boots and a coat
And a
The best rapper alive could be the best that died, a murderous
If you get it by now I'm suicidal
I'm wild, a nigga better than me is who I ain't of yet
So I ain't yet
He even been born, his momma's a virgin, she ain't even furtile yet
Prepare to get back - time you take a shit
Stand and around and look in the toilet then compare me to THAT
compare me to none of these motherfuckin
wannabe tough until they standin in front of me duckin
It's off with yo' head nigga you one of them Dodgers
We off as one, we gun harmonize!

[vocal gun and scatting for next 22 seconds]

I]
This is musical, my spit is beautiful
And if the best died we'd be sittin at Nickel's funeral
But we ain't dyin cause our trigger finger you
as quick as you clip a cuticle, hollows'll hit your
I split your wig from far away a long arm barber
Then lift your weight like a strong arm
Put on Moses, I rely on my ride
As sure as Satan's tongue lyin to God, everybody
It's like you standin in a firing squad
Singers for I find him a job
You see the gauge baritone, the a tenor
Way the shots spin your body I'ma 'em "The Spinners"
Call 'em "Earth, Wind & Fire", put you beneath the earth, and fire
Feel the fire burnt Richard Pryor
I'm keepin two guns, I 'em Romeo and Juliet
you take five like you and your homies on the movie set
BLAOW!

[vocal gun sounds and scatting for 22 seconds]