Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Harmonizing

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

gun sounds and scatting for next 22 seconds]

Da 5'9"]
Verbalizin my fiend
Communicatin while you debatin machine squirters
Brrap, that my tongue, I let you lick it
Nigga that, fo'-fifth'll, lift a nigga, clique up
The Lord 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 hip up, all we do is court strippers
Your metal freezin like a morgue zipper
I (I) ride around with
Not the Preme from Queens, but the from {?}
'Bout to 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, like a was rhymin
And, I would ya not attempt to
New (Temptations), the gun

[vocal gun sounds and scatting for 22 seconds]

Da 5'9"]
Every a note
I write with a firing pen every time the, trigger pull it's a
a poof full of smoke
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 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 momma's a virgin, she ain't even yet
Prepare to get back - time you take a shit
Stand and turn around and look in the toilet then compare me to
Don't me to none of these motherfuckin
wannabe hustlers until they standin in front of me duckin
It's off with yo' head nigga 'less you one of them
We off as one, we gun harmonize!

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

[vocal gun sounds and for next 22 seconds]