Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Harmonizing

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

gun sounds and scatting for next 22 seconds]

Da 5'9"]
Verbalizin my fiend
Communicatin while you debatin usin squirters
Brrap, that my tongue, I let you lick it
Nigga that, fo'-fifth'll, lift a nigga, 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, my whole hip up, all we do is court strippers
Your metal freezin like it's a zipper
I (I) around with Preme
Not the Preme from Queens, but the Preme {?}
'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 was rhymin
And, I would advice ya not to
New (Temptations), the gun

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Da 5'9"]
Every a note
I write with a firing pen every the, trigger pull it's a quote
a poof full of smoke
Sniffin lines of that gunpowder I'm than a pair of boots and a coat
And a
The rapper alive could be the best rapper 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 ain't even been born, his momma's a virgin, she ain't even yet
Prepare to get back - next time you take a
Stand and turn around and look in the toilet compare me to THAT
Don't compare me to none of these
wannabe tough until they standin in front of me duckin
It's off with yo' head nigga 'less you one of them
We off as one, we gun harmonize!

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This shit is musical, my spit is
And if the rapper died we'd be sittin at Nickel's funeral
But we ain't dyin cause our trigger nail you
as quick as you a cuticle, hollows'll hit your follicles
I split wig from far away like a long arm barber
Then your weight like a strong arm robber
Put that on Moses, I on my ride
As sure as Satan's lyin to God, everybody dyin
It's like you standin in a circular firing
for hire I find him a job
You see the gauge baritone, the a tenor
Way the shots spin your body call '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 named 'em and Juliet
Make you take like you and your homies on the movie set
BLAOW!

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