Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Smoke

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Gun smoke, when you hear me 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 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 blood clots, gun

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

To with me, I ride 1 deep
Solo with a 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 fly, cocky, ignorant dude
You wanna see me in a ignorant mood
Just me dog, sit and be cool
And we could see how fast your 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 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 it's
Hey, not for you son, let me give you the truth son
You not the truth son, we the realest Houston

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

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

In they screamin' get money nigga 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 bitch 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, that Mixtape, M-m-mixtape, M-m-mixtape Messiah

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

Why you kissin' and my lil Spanish freak?
She kissin' and tellin' me how the bang it
If someone else it's playin', it's weak
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 said to them of me

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

Give a damn if I a couple fans a week
'Cuz niggaz that's real is gonna 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 pretend to be,
But they fakin' the feeling
You know he fake and you it with him
And the nigga be his fakin' is hittin'

Who the hell is makin' niggin'?
Feel like he ready to me
Like he ain't never have to be
Dealin' the, uh Majesty

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

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