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"

[vocal gun sounds and for next 22 seconds]

Da 5'9"]
Verbalizin my murder
Communicatin while you debatin usin machine
Brrap, that trigger's my tongue, I let you it
Nigga that, fo'-fifth'll, lift a nigga, whole up
The call for your soul, it's time to go pick up
Answer the horn, it's blowin at you, you cold up
My heat, heatin my whole hip up, all we do is court
Your metal freezin like it's a morgue
I (I) ride around with
Not the Preme from Queens, but the from {?}
'Bout to change the game, to fly the desert, eagle
for y'all people the wing's the clip, and the barrel's the beak
My perilous fleece, I'ma throw on them
I'm a deceased, like a spawn 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 bullet's a
I with a firing pen every time the, trigger pull it's a quote
Inside a poof full of
lines of that gunpowder I'm hotter 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 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 even furtile yet
Prepare to get back - next time you a shit
Stand and around and look in the toilet then compare me to THAT
Don't compare me to none of these
wannabe tough until they standin in front of me duckin
It's off with yo' head nigga 'less you one of Dodgers
We off as one, we gun harmonize!

[vocal gun sounds and scatting for 22 seconds]

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

[vocal gun sounds and for next 22 seconds]