Luyện nghe bài hát Gunfinga

Our aim: world

No fear, hands di air
Bust your gunfinga, wave it like ya care
hot lickshots in-a di atmosphere
There's a party to rock, that's why the Rascalz are (2x)

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

[ 1: Red 1 ]
Aiyo, gunfinga the tool, against the great, no
Plow! Shots are bust and we
Thus thrust, Red'll the rugged and raw
(Cause we-a rudeboy) So hit em the hardcore stuff
my glock's not enough, sometimes a man fi get cuffed
Handled ruff, we're too dangerous
Ain't no messin with nobody they puff with us
Cause we keep to ourselves and the we puff
So let it burn, rockin the chalice, take
Red 1 not concerned, I got em learn
Bout respect due, yo respect a-fi
Big up to Rascal Crew, foundation stands
Fear none, think that we done, we just-a
Gunfinga cocked di air, make it bum
Bo! for my ghetto people
Cause the unfair, never was equal
a bo! That's for Babylon pon patrol
Cause Van cats got tons of hydro
And there's one that we gotta let go
And that's the one we lick off in-a di po-po
I test the empire, then we gumbo
Many guns for when your regime crumble
Then raise my gunfinga in the air, born
Wave it like a flag, world pon dem

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

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

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

[ 3: Red One ]
Aiyo, the big gun spark, up the dark (Yes, mire)
360 degrees, the on fire
Feel the heat, yo, either or retreat
Cause Kemo don't give a fuck, he put some in the beat
Gave me the trigger to watch me blow them off they
(Plow! Bust gunfinga, cause 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, dem bust shots too)
Sketels and just to make a debut
Keep di clip di g-string, ready to move
So what you do is put hand in-a di air
And you bust your gunfinga, it like ya don't care
I swear, one love to my out there
You we salute, off shots in the air