Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Smoke

1 and a 2 and a 3,
And a 1 and a 2 and a 3,
And a 1, 2, 3,
And a 1 and a 2 and a 3,

you mean? Put ya mug on
What you Put ya mug on
you mean? Put ya mug on
What you Put ya mug on

What you sayin'? you mean?
Put ya mug on
you sayin'? What you mean?
Put ya mug on

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, come now what you
Pussy mad and blood

Gun smoke, when you hear me 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 clots, gun smoke

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

To roll me, I ride 1 deep
Solo with a next to me
So many brothers wanna 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 Rasaq on the for dough

And I'ma fly, cocky, ignorant
You don't wanna see me in a mood
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 I'm shootin'
So if you hatin', you better be expectin' some
nobody, the ghost and the Mixtape Messiah

So what you slick, say it to my face
It's on the tip of my and I'm gettin' tired 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 Changin' Click, we hot, playin' mayne
Cockin' I'm sprayin' man, I'm, I'm just sayin' mayne
I gotta do to help you kids understand
Love Ro, if not for rap for he is as a man

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

In face screamin' get money nigga because 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, 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, how I handle weak
Ass niggaz who thinkin' that could have my streets
I'm my weaponary at a random sweep
that want it, can get a can of beef

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

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

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

Give a damn if I loose a fans a week
'Cuz niggaz that's real is gonna with me
a damn if I loose a couple friends a week
'Cuz I 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 hell is makin' this
Feel like he ready to me
Like he ain't never gon' to be
Dealin' with the, uh

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

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