Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Smoke

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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 what you
mad and blood clots

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

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

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

Peek-a-boo, gun smoke
how my gun go
Shots out to Po-Yo
On the like Rasaq on the mash for dough

And fly, cocky, ignorant dude
You don't see me in a ignorant mood
Just trust me dog, sit and be
And we see how fast your pivot move

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 expectin' fire
From nobody, the and the Mixtape Messiah

So what you sayin' slick, say it to my
It's on the tip of my tongue and I'm gettin' of it's 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 playin'
Cockin' back I'm sprayin' man, I'm, I'm just mayne
What I do to help you kids understand
Ro, if not for rap for what he is as a man

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

In face screamin' get money nigga because I'm true to it
And it's nothin' let you tell it, somethin' you new to it
And I'ma makin' you bitch niggaz mad at me
Say Koopa, rap, niggaz can't fuck with my mentality

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 handle
Ass who thinkin' 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 freak?
She and tellin' me how the bang it sleep
If it's someone else it's playin', weak
It's a problem who gonna go it, it's me

Real niggaz be sayin' 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 them of me

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

Give a damn if I loose a couple fans a
'Cuz niggaz real is gonna stand with me
Give a if I loose a couple friends a week
'Cuz I ride to the end and end with me

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

Who the hell is this niggin'?
like he ready to slander me
Like he never gon' have to be
Dealin' with the, uh

Chamillionaire yeah, I'm makin' a
You fakin' a
And I don't a damn who's house you in
I the roof down like it's weights in the ceiling

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