Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Harmonizing

"Somebody lift me up,
And give me a
me a ride, I'm slidin off the highway
There's a in the road
I know when I'm going, crazy"

[vocal gun sounds and for next 22 seconds]

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

gun sounds and scatting for next 22 seconds]

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

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This shit is musical, my is beautiful
And if the best rapper died we'd be at Nickel's funeral
But we ain't cause our trigger finger nail you
as quick as you clip a cuticle, hollows'll hit follicles
I your wig from far away like a long arm barber
Then lift your weight like a strong arm
Put that on Moses, I 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 revolver's a
Way the shots your body I'ma call 'em "The Spinners"
Call 'em "Earth, Wind & Fire", put you beneath the earth, and fire
Feel the that burnt Richard Pryor
I'm keepin two guns, I named 'em and Juliet
Make you take five like you and your on the movie set
BLAOW!

[vocal gun and scatting for next 22 seconds]