Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Smoke

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

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

Poof, the ghost bitch
When it's gun smoke on the track, you Yung Ro wrote this
Yeah, forever Color Changin' homie 'cuz I ain't the type
To switch homie the real niggaz never pick phonies

To roll me, I ride 1 deep
Solo with a 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 Rasaq on the mash for dough

And I'ma fly, cocky, dude
You wanna see me in a ignorant mood
Just trust me dog, sit and be
And we see how fast your pivot move

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

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

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

I'ma in the hood for niggaz that struggle
complainin', singin' sad songs get up and hustle
Get ya money mayne, sleep later and hoes get
No love, no patience, no cash, no love, just

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

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

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

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

Real niggaz be sayin' type of man is he
Is the nigga a fraud? let me see
I know the a lesser man then me
If he to them instead of me

You makin' some noise, it jam to me
So the game is gon' depend on me
I'm the nigga that you a 50 jammin' street
If I bomb on the nigga, I'ma beef

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

And some to be, friends
But they fakin' the feeling
You know he and you fakin' it with him
And the nigga be his fakin' is hittin'

Who the hell is makin' this
like he ready to slander me
Like he ain't gon' have to be
Dealin' with the, uh

Chamillionaire yeah, I'm makin' a
You fakin' a
And I don't give a damn who's you in
I bring the roof down like weights in the ceiling

Yeah, man
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Respect the
Respect already, get him