Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Harmonizing

"Somebody me up, yeahhh
And me a hannnnnd
me a ride, I'm slidin off the highway
There's a in the road
I don't know I'm going, crazy"

[vocal gun sounds and scatting for next 22

Da 5'9"]
Verbalizin my murder
Communicatin you debatin usin machine squirters
Brrap, that my tongue, I let you lick it
that, fo'-fifth'll, lift a nigga, whole clique up
The Lord call for soul, it's time 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 strippers
Your metal freezin like it's a zipper
I (I) ride around Preme
Not the Preme from Queens, but the Preme {?}
'Bout to change the game, 'bout to fly the desert,
for y'all people the wing's the clip, and the barrel's the beak
My perilous fleece, throw on them diamonds
I'm a pharaoh deceased, a spawn was rhymin
And, I would ya not attempt to
New (Temptations), the gun

gun sounds and scatting for next 22 seconds]

Da 5'9"]
Every bullet's a
I with a firing pen every time the, trigger pull it's a quote
Inside a poof full of
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 better than me is who I ain't heard of yet
So I murdered yet
He ain't even been born, his a virgin, she ain't even furtile yet
to get back - next time you take a shit
Stand and turn and look in the toilet then compare me to THAT
compare me to none of these motherfuckin
wannabe hustlers tough until they standin in front of me
It's off yo' head nigga 'less you one of them Dodgers
We off as one, we gun harmonize!

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

[vocal gun sounds and scatting for 22 seconds]