Luyện nghe bài hát Gunfinga

Our aim: world

No fear, in-a di air
Bust gunfinga, wave it like ya don't care
hot lickshots in-a di atmosphere
There's a party to rock, that's why the Rascalz are (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! 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 not enough, sometimes a man fi get cuffed
ruff, we're minded too dangerous
Ain't no messin with nobody they puff with us
we keep to ourselves and the pounds we puff
So let it burn, rockin the chalice, turns
Red 1 not concerned, I got em learn
Bout respect due, yo a-fi earn
Big up to Crew, foundation stands firm
Fear none, think that we done, we come
cocked in-a di air, make it bum
Bo! for my ghetto people
Cause the world's unfair, never was
Lick a bo! That's for Babylon pon
Cause Van cats got tons of hydro
And there's one that we gotta let go
And the one that we lick off in-a di po-po
I test the empire, then we gumbo
Many guns for hire when regime crumble
raise my gunfinga in the air, born again
Wave it like a flag, world pon dem

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

[ VERSE 2: 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. Kardinal (Dem me Mr. Red 1)
Come follow me, me out if you know what I'm talkin about
My walkin about, big up the ghetto gutter guns
Street presidents, residents
And all my niggas on they two with street sense
And more than two in-a dem pocket
I rock a for keeps, run my lyrics in-a di mix
I bet he love it, respect, big up chest
Kardinal and Rascalz gwan you feel hi-i-igh
you softly with no lye
While your toe I'm breakin your back over my hi-hat
drum is makin you numb, snare snap is strapped
To bust back for red-eyed nigga on the attack
So I'm comin through, you cannot stop me on the go
For every that clack-clacks, the Figure IV gotta be gold
Like

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

[ 3: Red One ]
Aiyo, the big gun spark, light up the (Yes, mire)
360 degrees, the place on
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 off they feet
(Plow! Bust your gunfinga, cause compete)
The all Van Crew, soldier men, too
You in-a di dance, dedicated to you
And all the young guns up, they they curfew
(Big up di gal crew, cause dem bust shots too)
Sketels and workings just to a debut
Keep di clip in-a di g-string, to move
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 people out
You we salute, lickin off in the air