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
a party to rock, that's why the Rascalz are here (2x)

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

[ 1: Red 1 ]
Aiyo, gunfinga the tool, the great, no rule
Plow! are bust and we notorious
Thus thrust, Red'll the rugged and raw
(Cause we-a rudeboy) So hit em with the stuff
Cause my glock's not enough, a man fi get cuffed
Handled ruff, we're too dangerous
Ain't no messin with nobody less puff with us
Cause we keep to ourselves and the pounds we
So let it burn, rockin the chalice, take
Red 1 not concerned, I got em learn
Bout due, yo respect a-fi earn
Big up to Rascal Crew, foundation stands
Fear none, think we done, we just-a come
Gunfinga cocked in-a di air, 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 that we off in-a di po-po
I test the empire, then we gumbo
Many for hire when your regime crumble
Then raise my gunfinga in the air, again
it like a flag, world domination pon dem

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

Lick shots, bust yo
Put it up, where your 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 surrender or
Cause Kemo give a fuck, he put some fire in the beat
Gave me the trigger to watch me blow them off they
(Plow! Bust your gunfinga, cause compete)
The all Van Crew, soldier men, too
You in-a di dance, dedicated to you
And all the guns up, they past they curfew
(Big up di gal crew, cause dem bust shots too)
Sketels and just to make a debut
Keep di clip in-a di g-string, to move
So you do is put your hand in-a di air
And you bust gunfinga, wave it like ya don't care
I swear, one to my people out there
You we salute, lickin off in the air