Luyện nghe bài hát Gun in Your Mouth

[Intro:
For the Charlestown bank robbers, this one's for you.

[Hook: Ill
I'mma rob a bank then I'mma bounce down
With a on my face and my gun in your mouth
Stick up the dope man, know what the fuck I'm about
With a smile on my and my gun in your mouth
Run your whole shit, stash box the couch
With a smile on my face and my gun in mouth
Run up in your momma's house and air out
With a smile on my and my gun in your mouth

[Verse 1:
Let's smoke a of embalming fluid
Stick an armored car up, climb into it
All I need is an eight-ball and to do it
I'll put the fucking in the trauma unit or
I some wannabes sloppy with ki's
coke and cash in the crib, probably trees
We'll get em drunk, passed out and copy his
Open his door, rope up his whore and then
I know the time for a
Is very long but it doesn't bother me
I need to get rich, bitch cause I'm drug
I got a mask, gloves, gun, and a clique
Fuck a pig cop or a mug flick
We get away clean, never be seen
And this is the American
So we fight for it, kill for it, whatever it

[Verse 2:
It's the ironman with the nine in his
Got my mind on my plan I grind for the fam
Kick in the door the four-four
Run the and the cash, get your ass on the floor
Ties his hands around his with extension cords
He was slipping backstage at the Awards
I call DMS, you call EMS, FDNY,
We get high committing strong-armed
Don't matter if it's crack, heroin, or
When the in your face, you gonna open the safe
Unless you really wanna know how a taste

[Verse 3: Ill
I hammers like double aces
My Desert in your fucking faces
It's Billy Crystal, the fucking
A cool guy, run up on you shooting nines
A idiot, I ain't afraid to do time
to money, I ain't afraid to do crime
Addicted to pussy, X-rated with two
I fall asleep at clutching the biscuit
Hiding the of cocaine in a bucket of chicken
Listen, we big with big burners, a bunch of murderers
Fuck a heater, I'll you to death with furniture
Throw chairs and tables, kitchen sinks, bitch
We the shit, motherfucker is it
We the real thing, we Scorsese to reality
I horrifying behaviour into salaries
I jump out a and pop ya
Run up on you while you're in Burger King a Whopper