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, now what you mean?
Pussy mad and blood

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, come now you mean?
Pussy mad and clots, gun smoke

Poof, the ghost bitch
When it's gun smoke on the track, you know Yung Ro this
Yeah, forever Color Changin' Click homie 'cuz I the type
To homie some the real niggaz never pick phonies

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

Peek-a-boo, there's gun
how my gun go
Shots out to that
On the block like 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 could see how fast your pivot

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

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

Color Changin' Click, we hot, 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 inspiration in the hood for 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, nothin'

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

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

Real niggaz be what 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 is currently gon' depend 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 couple fans a
'Cuz niggaz that's real is gonna 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 know he fake and you it with him
And the nigga be thinkin' his fakin' is

Who the hell is makin' this
like he ready 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 down like it's weights in the ceiling

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