Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Harmonizing

"Somebody lift me up,
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"

[vocal gun and scatting for next 22 seconds]

Da 5'9"]
Verbalizin my murder
Communicatin while you debatin usin machine
Brrap, trigger's my tongue, I let you lick 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, my whole hip up, all we do is court strippers
Your freezin like it's a morgue zipper
I (I) around with Preme
Not the Preme from Queens, but the from {?}
to change the game, 'bout to fly the desert, eagle
for y'all people like the the clip, and the barrel's the beak
My fleece, I'ma throw on them diamonds
I'm a deceased, like a spawn was rhymin
And, I would ya not attempt to
New (Temptations), the gun

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Da 5'9"]
Every a note
I write with a firing pen time the, trigger pull it's a quote
Inside a full of smoke
Sniffin lines of that gunpowder I'm hotter than a pair of 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 than me is who I ain't heard of yet
So I ain't yet
He ain't even born, his momma's a virgin, she ain't even furtile yet
Prepare to get - next time you take a shit
Stand and turn around and in the toilet then compare me to THAT
Don't compare me to none of motherfuckin
wannabe hustlers until they standin in front of me duckin
It's off with yo' head 'less you one of them Dodgers
We off as one, we gun harmonize!

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

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