Luyện nghe bài hát Gunfinga

Our world domination

No fear, hands di air
your gunfinga, wave it like ya don't care
Bust hot lickshots in-a di
There's a party to rock, that's why the are here (2x)

Lick and bust yo caps
Put it up, where your at? (2x)

[ 1: Red 1 ]
Aiyo, gunfinga the tool, against the great, no
Plow! are bust and we notorious
thrust, Red'll defend the rugged and raw
(Cause we-a rudeboy) So hit em the hardcore stuff
Cause my not enough, sometimes a man fi get cuffed
Handled ruff, we're minded too
Ain't no messin with nobody less they puff us
Cause we to ourselves and the pounds we puff
So let it burn, rockin the chalice, take
Red 1 not concerned, I got em learn
Bout respect due, yo respect earn
Big up to Rascal Crew, stands firm
Fear none, that we done, we just-a come
Gunfinga cocked di air, make it bum
Bo! That's for my people
Cause the world's unfair, was equal
Lick a bo! That's for Babylon pon
Cause Van City cats got of hydro
And there's one more that we let go
And that's the one that we lick off di po-po
I test the empire, then we gumbo
Many guns for when your regime crumble
Then my gunfinga in the air, born again
Wave it like a flag, world pon dem

No fear, in-a di air
Bust your gunfinga, wave it ya don't care
Bust hot in-a di atmosphere
There's a party to rock, why the Rascalz are here (2x)

[ 2: Kardinal Offishall ]
Let me see your gunfinga, but hold gun down, please
Yo, don't bust no shots, so me and my niggas could
Dem call me Mr. (Dem call me Mr. Red 1)
Come follow me, holler me out if you know what I'm talkin
My walkin about, big up the ghetto gutter guns
Street presidents, slum
And all my niggas on they two with street sense
And more than two cents dem pocket
I rock a verse for keeps, run my in-a di mix
I bet he love it, respect, big up chest
Kardinal and Rascalz gwan make you hi-i-igh
Killin you with no lye
While your toe taps I'm breakin your over my hi-hat
Kick is makin you numb, snare snap is strapped
To bust back for every nigga on the attack
So when I'm through, you cannot stop me on the go
For every nigga clack-clacks, the Figure IV gotta be gold
Like

shots, bust yo caps
Put it up, where gunfinga's at? (2x)

[ 3: Red One ]
Aiyo, the big gun spark, up the dark (Yes, mire)
360 degrees, the on fire
the heat, yo, either surrender or retreat
Cause Kemo don't a fuck, he put some fire in the beat
Gave me the to watch me blow them off they feet
(Plow! Bust your gunfinga, respect compete)
The all Van Crew, soldier men, too
You rudeboys di dance, dedicated to you
And all the guns up, they past they curfew
(Big up di sexy gal crew, cause dem bust too)
Sketels and just to make a debut
Keep di clip in-a di g-string, ready to
So what you do is put hand in-a di air
And you bust your gunfinga, wave it ya don't care
I swear, one love to my out there
You we salute, lickin off in the air