Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Smoke

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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, now what you mean?
mad and blood clots

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

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

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

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

And fly, cocky, ignorant dude
You don't wanna see me in a ignorant
trust me dog, sit and be cool
And we see how fast your pivot 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 better be some fire
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 taste
Hey, not for you son, let me give you the truth son
You not the truth son, we the realest reppin'

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

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

In they face screamin' get money because I'm true 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, niggaz can't fuck with my

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 weak
Ass niggaz who thinkin' that could have my streets
I'm wavin' my weaponary at a sweep
Anybody want it, can get a can of beef

Why you kissin' and tellin' my lil Spanish
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 be sayin' what type of man is he
Is the a fraud? 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 currently depend on me
I'm the nigga gave you a 50 jammin' street
If I bomb on the nigga, I'ma 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 a couple friends a week
I ride to the end and it'll end with me

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

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

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

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