Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Harmonizing

"Somebody lift me up,
And me a hannnnnd
Give me a ride, I'm slidin off the
There's a curve in the
I know when I'm going, crazy"

[vocal gun and scatting for next 22 seconds]

Da 5'9"]
Verbalizin my murder
Communicatin while you 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 your soul, time to go pick up
Answer the horn, it's blowin at you, you stiff up
My heat, my whole hip up, all we do is court strippers
Your metal like it's a morgue zipper
I (I) ride around Preme
Not the from Queens, but the Preme from {?}
to change the game, 'bout to fly the desert, eagle
for people 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

[vocal gun and scatting for next 22 seconds]

Da 5'9"]
Every bullet's a
I write a firing pen every time the, trigger pull it's a quote
Inside a full of smoke
Sniffin lines of that gunpowder I'm 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 ain't yet
He ain't even been born, his momma's a virgin, she even furtile yet
to get back - next time you take a shit
Stand and turn around and look in the then compare me to THAT
compare me to none of these 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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This is musical, my spit is beautiful
And if the best rapper died we'd be sittin at funeral
But we dyin cause our trigger finger nail you
as quick as you a cuticle, hollows'll hit your follicles
I split your wig far away like a long arm barber
Then lift your like a strong arm robber
Put that on Moses, I on my ride
As sure as Satan's tongue lyin to God, everybody
It's like you in a circular firing squad
Singers for hire I 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 the earth, wind and fire
the fire that burnt Richard Pryor
I'm keepin two guns, I named 'em Romeo and
Make you take like you and your homies on the movie set
BLAOW!

[vocal gun and scatting for next 22 seconds]