Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Smoke

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And a 1 and a 2 and a 3,
And a 1, 2, 3,
And a 1 and a 2 and a 3,

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Gun smoke, when you hear me cockin' it and me gun go
Booyakaa booyakaa, leave you layin' on the floor,
Buck, buck, buck shots, come, now what you mean?
Pussy mad and blood

Gun smoke, when you hear me it back and me gun go
Booyakaa booyakaa, leave you layin' on the floor,
Buck, buck, buck shots, come, now what you mean?
mad and blood clots, gun smoke

Poof, nobody the bitch
When it's gun on the track, you know Yung Ro wrote this
Yeah, forever Color Changin' Click homie I ain't the type
To switch homie the real niggaz never pick phonies

To roll with me, I 1 deep
with a glock next to me
So many wanna plex with me
And I'ma show em' all who's to see

Peek-a-boo, gun smoke
how my gun go
Shots out to Po-Yo
On the block like Rasaq on the mash for

And fly, cocky, ignorant dude
You don't wanna see me in a ignorant
trust me dog, sit and be cool
And we could see how fast your move

Bitch, that's how I plex, em'
With a red-beam, not even Neo, dodge what I'm shootin'
So if you hatin', you better be expectin' some
From nobody, the ghost and the Mixtape

So what you sayin' slick, say it to my
It's on the tip of my tongue and I'm gettin' tired of it's
Hey, that's not for you son, let me you the truth son
You not the truth son, we the realest Houston

Color Changin' Click, we hot, playin' mayne
Cockin' back I'm man, I'm, I'm just sayin' mayne
What I gotta do to you kids understand
Love Ro, if not for rap for he is as a man

inspiration in the hood for niggaz that struggle
Quit complainin', singin' sad get up and hustle
Get ya mayne, sleep later and hoes get nothin'
No love, no patience, no cash, no love, nothin'

In face screamin' get money nigga because I'm true to it
And it's let you tell it, it's somethin' you new to it
And I'ma keep makin' you niggaz mad at me
Say Koopa, rap, niggaz can't fuck with my mentality

Yeah,
Yeah, yeah, nobody, the man
Sho', uh, uh,
It's Koopa, it's Mixtape, M-m-mixtape, M-m-mixtape Messiah

Yeah, I'm the man the chief, look how I handle
Ass niggaz who thinkin' that they have my streets
I'm wavin' my at a random sweep
Anybody want it, can get a can of beef

Why you kissin' and tellin' my lil freak?
She and tellin' me how the bang it sleep
If someone else it's playin', it's weak
It's a problem who go handle it, it's me

Real niggaz be what type of man is he
Is the a fraud? Nigga let me see
I know the nigga a lesser man me
If he said to instead of me

You some noise, it don't jam to me
So the game is gon' depend on me
I'm the nigga that gave you a 50 jammin'
If I bomb on the nigga, I'ma beef

Give a damn if I loose a couple fans a
'Cuz that's real is gonna stand with me
Give a damn if I loose a couple friends a
'Cuz I ride to the end and it'll end me

And pretend to be, friends
But just fakin' the feeling
You know he fake and you fakin' it him
And the be thinkin' his fakin' is hittin'

Who the hell is makin' this
like he ready to slander me
Like he ain't never have to be
Dealin' with the, uh

Chamillionaire yeah, I'm makin' a
You fakin' a
And I give a damn who's house you in
I bring the roof down it's weights in the ceiling

Yeah, man
Respect the
the game
Respect already, get him