Luyện nghe bài hát Gunfinga

Our aim: domination

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

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

[ 1: Red 1 ]
Aiyo, the tool, against the great, no rule
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, minded too dangerous
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, turns
Red 1 not concerned, I got em a-fi
respect due, yo respect a-fi earn
Big up to Rascal Crew, foundation stands
Fear none, that we done, we just-a come
Gunfinga cocked di air, make it bum
Bo! That's for my ghetto
Cause the world's unfair, never was
Lick a bo! 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 the empire, then we royal gumbo
Many guns for hire when your regime
Then raise my in the air, born again
Wave it a flag, world domination pon dem

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

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

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

[ 3: Red One ]
Aiyo, the big gun spark, up the dark (Yes, mire)
360 degrees, the place on
the heat, yo, either surrender or retreat
Cause Kemo give a fuck, he put some fire in the beat
Gave me the trigger to me blow them off they feet
(Plow! Bust gunfinga, cause respect compete)
The all Massive Van Crew, men, too
You rudeboys di dance, dedicated to you
And all the young guns up, they they curfew
(Big up di sexy gal crew, cause dem bust too)
Sketels and just to make a debut
Keep di in-a di g-string, ready to move
So what you do is put your in-a di air
And you bust your gunfinga, wave it like ya care
I swear, one love to my people out
You we salute, off shots in the air