Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Harmonizing

"Somebody me up, yeahhh
And me a hannnnnd
Give me a ride, I'm off the highway
There's a in the road
I know when I'm going, crazy"

[vocal gun sounds and scatting for 22 seconds]

Da 5'9"]
Verbalizin my murder
Communicatin while you debatin usin machine
Brrap, that my tongue, I let you lick it
Nigga that, fo'-fifth'll, lift a nigga, whole 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 it's 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 on them diamonds
I'm a pharaoh deceased, like a spawn was
And, I would 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, trigger pull 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 best rapper alive could be the rapper that died, a murderous
If you get it by now I'm suicidal
I'm wild, a nigga better me is who I ain't heard of yet
So I ain't yet
He ain't been born, his momma's a virgin, she ain't even furtile yet
Prepare to get - next time you take a shit
Stand and around and look in the toilet then compare me to THAT
Don't compare me to none of motherfuckin
wannabe hustlers tough until they standin in front of me
off with yo' head nigga 'less 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 sittin at Nickel's
But we ain't dyin cause our trigger finger you
as quick as you a cuticle, hollows'll hit your follicles
I split your wig from far away a long arm barber
Then your weight like a strong arm robber
Put on Moses, I rely on my ride
As as Satan's tongue lyin to God, everybody dyin
It's like you standin in a firing squad
for hire 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 that burnt Richard
I'm keepin two guns, I named 'em Romeo and
Make you five like you and your homies on the movie set
BLAOW!

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