Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Plus a Mask

A gun a mask, you do the math
All my goons know, that equals cash, equals cash, that equals cash
A gun plus a mask, that cash
So if you fucked up down to last
A gun and a mask get ya cash
A gun a mask, you do the math
All my goons know, equals cash

you know about it nigga this that goon shit
AK sweep a house without a broomstick
So come up off that bag, or them pistols blast
With the choppa at yo house lyin' in the
They'll rob a nigga blind if doin' bad
Duct tape the handle they don't use a mag
So tell em where it's at, don't tell em no more
Line yo up against the wall, and open fire
All you trap niggas are victims, gon catch you slippin'
Feeling yourself, flashin' and stuntin', niggas gon' come up
You trappers gon' drop off that cash, you see 'em out here they
They got you back its a robbery, nigga now make it a murder
Too late to when the shit hit the fan
Got on deck, more drums than a band
Gun a nigga down, leave 'em he stands
Highway to hell, better start praying

A gun plus a mask, you do the
All my goons know, that cash, that equals cash, that equals cash
A gun plus a mask, equals cash
So if you fucked up down to your
A gun and a gon' get ya cash
A gun a mask, you do the math
All my know, that equals cash

Walk up to your house knock on your door, and your ass off
Drop it off, it off, bitch I got a sawed-off
Bitch I got a
Walk up to house, knock on your door, and blow your ass off
it off, drop it off, bitch I got a sawed-off
Bitch I got a

They telling me don't swing, look buddy don't worry 'bout me
If you in my lane you in a drainage ditch with the and the leeches
Gotta take a mothafucka out I get cause I never did shit but me
It's about that I said it, hey would I regret it we'll see (Fuck that)
Yelawolf I'm a loose cannon, ask Banner how deep
I was born and in this shit, momma I got manners 'bout me
But I'll get dirty if I gotta get dirtier then a
up in a Alabama creek
I'm hotter you in the middle of the summer
Sitting in a under the sun in a Alabama street, shit
Rockin rollin' I got noted, I'm going up yeah I'm
But with my dreams and my people I got poetry loaded
My soul is sold, and they sold it, told and quoted
I leave the potato smoking, look bitch don't that I'm jokin'
Click, pow