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 layin' on the floor,
Buck, buck, buck shots, come, now what you mean?
Pussy mad and clots

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

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

To with me, I ride 1 deep
Solo with a next to me
So brothers wanna plex with me
And I'ma show em' all who's to see

Peek-a-boo, there's gun
how my gun go
Shots out to that
On the block like Rasaq on the for dough

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

Bitch, how I plex, execute em'
a red-beam, not even Neo, can't dodge what I'm shootin'
So if you hatin', you be expectin' some fire
From nobody, the and the Mixtape Messiah

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

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

I'ma in the hood for niggaz that struggle
Quit complainin', singin' sad 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 because I'm to it
And it's nothin' let you tell it, somethin' you new to it
And keep 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, that Mixtape, M-m-mixtape, M-m-mixtape Messiah

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

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

Real niggaz be what type of man is he
Is the nigga a Nigga let me see
I the nigga a lesser man then me
If he said to them of me

You makin' noise, it don't 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 fantal

Give a if I loose a couple fans a week
'Cuz niggaz real is gonna stand with me
Give a damn if I loose a friends a week
'Cuz I ride to the end and end with me

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

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

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 it's weights in the ceiling

Yeah, man
the name
Respect the
yeah already, get him