Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Harmonizing

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

[vocal gun sounds and for next 22 seconds]

Da 5'9"]
Verbalizin my murder
Communicatin while you usin machine squirters
Brrap, that trigger's my tongue, I let you it
Nigga that, fo'-fifth'll, a nigga, whole clique up
The call for your 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 court
Your freezin like it's a morgue zipper
I (I) around with Preme
Not the from Queens, but the Preme from {?}
'Bout to change the game, to fly the desert, eagle
for y'all 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 advice ya not attempt to
New (Temptations), the gun

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Da 5'9"]
Every a note
I write with a firing pen every time the, 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 best rapper alive could be the best rapper 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 - next you take a shit
Stand and turn and look in the toilet then compare me to THAT
Don't compare me to none of these
wannabe hustlers tough until they in front of me duckin
It's off with yo' head nigga you one of them Dodgers
We off as one, we gun harmonize!

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

[vocal gun sounds and scatting for 22 seconds]