Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Smoke

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And a 1 and a 2 and a 3,

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

Gun smoke, when you me cockin' it back and me gun go
Booyakaa booyakaa, you layin' on the floor, yeah
Buck, buck, buck shots, come, come now what you
mad and blood clots, gun smoke

Poof, nobody the ghost
When it's gun on the track, you know Yung Ro wrote this
Yeah, forever Color Changin' Click homie 'cuz I the type
To switch homie the real niggaz never pick phonies

To roll with me, I ride 1
Solo with a next 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 Po-Yo
On the like Rasaq 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 pivot

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
From nobody, the ghost and the Messiah

So what you slick, say it to my face
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 reppin' Houston

Changin' Click, we hot, ain't 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

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

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

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

Why you kissin' and tellin' my lil Spanish
She kissin' and tellin' me how the bang it
If it's 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 a fraud? Nigga let me see
I the nigga a lesser man then me
If he said to them 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 a couple fans a week
niggaz that's real is gonna stand with me
Give a if I loose a couple friends a week
'Cuz I ride to the end and it'll end me

And some to be, friends
But they just fakin' the
You know he and you fakin' it with him
And the nigga be thinkin' his fakin' is

Who the hell is makin' niggin'?
Feel he ready to slander me
Like he ain't never gon' to be
with the, uh Majesty

Chamillionaire yeah, I'm makin' a
You a livin'
And I give 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