Luyện nghe bài hát Gun in Your Mouth

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

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

[Verse 1:
Let's smoke a of embalming fluid
Stick an armored car up, I'mma into it
All I need is an and nine to do it
I'll put the fucking driver in the unit or
I know wannabes sloppy with ki's
With coke and cash in the crib, probably
We'll get em drunk, out and copy his keys
Open his door, up his whore and then breeze
I the time for a robbery
Is long but it really doesn't bother me
I need to get rich, bitch I'm drug sick
I got a mask, gloves, gun, and a thug
a pig cop faggot or a mug flick
We get away clean, we'll be seen
And is the American dream
So we for it, kill for it, whatever it means

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

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