Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Smoke

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

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

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

To roll with me, I 1 deep
Solo with a glock to me
So many 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 like Rasaq on the mash for dough

And I'ma fly, cocky, ignorant
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, how I plex, execute em'
With a red-beam, not Neo, can't dodge what I'm shootin'
So if you hatin', you be expectin' some fire
From nobody, the ghost and the Messiah

So what you slick, say it to my face
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 son, we the realest reppin' Houston

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

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

In they face screamin' get money nigga because I'm to it
And nothin' let you tell it, it's somethin' you new to it
And I'ma keep makin' you niggaz mad at me
Say Koopa, fuck rap, can't fuck with 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 who thinkin' that they could have my streets
I'm wavin' my weaponary at a random
Anybody that it, can get a can of beef

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

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

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

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

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

Who the is makin' this niggin'?
Feel like he ready to me
Like he never gon' have to be
Dealin' with the, uh

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

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