Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Smoke

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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, come now what you
mad and blood clots

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

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

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 next to see

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

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 pivot move

Bitch, that's how I plex, em'
With a red-beam, not even Neo, can't dodge what I'm
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 reppin'

Color Click, we hot, ain't playin' mayne
Cockin' back I'm sprayin' man, I'm, I'm sayin' mayne
What I do to help you kids understand
Ro, if not for rap for what 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, 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 let you tell it, it's somethin' you new to it
And I'ma keep you bitch niggaz mad at me
Say Koopa, rap, niggaz can't fuck with my mentality

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

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

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

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

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

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 couple friends a
'Cuz I ride to the end and it'll end me

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

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

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

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