Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Harmonizing

"Somebody lift me up,
And give me a
Give me a ride, I'm off the highway
a curve in the road
I don't when I'm going, crazy"

[vocal gun sounds and scatting for next 22

Da 5'9"]
Verbalizin my fiend
Communicatin while you debatin 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 your soul, time to go pick up
Answer the horn, blowin at you, you cold stiff up
My heat, heatin my whole hip up, all we do is strippers
Your metal like it's a morgue zipper
I (I) ride with Preme
Not the from Queens, but the Preme from {?}
to change 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 deceased, like a spawn was rhymin
And, I advice ya not attempt to
New (Temptations), the gun

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Da 5'9"]
Every bullet's a
I write with a firing pen every time the, pull it's a quote
Inside a poof of smoke
Sniffin lines of that gunpowder I'm hotter than a pair of boots and a
And a
The rapper alive could be the best rapper that died, a murderous
If you ain't get it by now I'm
I'm wild, a better than me is who I ain't heard of yet
So I murdered yet
He ain't even been born, his momma's a virgin, she ain't even yet
Prepare to get back - 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 these
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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This shit is musical, my is beautiful
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 clip a cuticle, hollows'll hit your
I split wig from far away like a long arm barber
lift your weight like a strong arm robber
Put that on Moses, I rely on my
As sure as tongue 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 revolver's a
Way the shots spin your body call 'em "The Spinners"
'em "Earth, Wind & Fire", put you beneath the earth, wind and fire
Feel the fire burnt Richard Pryor
I'm two guns, I named 'em Romeo and Juliet
Make you take five like you and your homies on the set
BLAOW!

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