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

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

[ 1: Red 1 ]
Aiyo, the tool, against the great, no rule
Plow! Shots are and we notorious
Thus thrust, Red'll defend the and raw
(Cause we-a rudeboy) So hit em the hardcore stuff
Cause my glock's not enough, sometimes a man fi get
Handled ruff, we're too dangerous
Ain't no messin nobody less they 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 a-fi
Bout respect due, yo respect a-fi
Big up to Rascal Crew, stands firm
Fear none, think that we done, we come
Gunfinga cocked in-a di air, it bum
Bo! That's for my ghetto
Cause the world's unfair, never was
a bo! That's for Babylon pon patrol
Cause Van City cats got of hydro
And there's one more that we let go
And that's the one we lick off in-a di po-po
I test the empire, then we royal
guns for hire when your regime crumble
Then raise my in the air, born again
it like a flag, world domination pon dem

No fear, in-a di air
Bust 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)

[ VERSE 2: Kardinal ]
Let me see your gunfinga, but hold your gun down,
Yo, don't bust no shots, so me and my could rock
Dem me Mr. Kardinal (Dem call me Mr. Red 1)
Come me, holler me out if you know what I'm talkin about
My walkin about, big up the ghetto gutter guns
Street presidents, slum
And all my niggas on they two feet with street
And than two cents in-a dem pocket
I rock a verse for keeps, run my in-a di mix
I bet he love it, respect, big up your
Kardinal and Rascalz gwan you feel hi-i-igh
Killin you with 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 nigga on the attack
So when I'm comin through, you cannot me on the go
For every nigga 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 or retreat
Cause Kemo don't a fuck, he put some fire in the beat
Gave me the trigger to watch me blow them off feet
(Plow! Bust your gunfinga, respect compete)
The all Massive Van Crew, men, too
You rudeboys in-a di dance, to you
And all the young guns up, they they curfew
(Big up di sexy gal crew, cause dem shots too)
Sketels and workings 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 don't
I swear, one to my people out there
You we salute, off shots in the air