Luyện nghe bài hát Gunfinga

Our world domination

No fear, in-a di air
Bust gunfinga, wave it like ya don't care
Bust hot in-a di atmosphere
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, the tool, against the great, no rule
Plow! are bust 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, minded 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, turns
Red 1 not concerned, I got em a-fi
Bout due, yo respect a-fi earn
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
Lick a bo! for Babylon pon patrol
Cause Van City cats got of hydro
And one more 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 for hire when your regime crumble
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
Bust hot in-a di atmosphere
There's a to rock, that's why the Rascalz are here (2x)

[ VERSE 2: Offishall ]
Let me see your gunfinga, but hold your gun down,
Yo, don't bust no shots, so me and my niggas rock
Dem me Mr. Kardinal (Dem call me Mr. Red 1)
Come follow me, holler me out if you what I'm talkin about
My niggas about, big up the ghetto gutter guns
presidents, slum residents
And all my on they two feet with street sense
And more than two cents 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
Killin you softly no lye
While your toe taps I'm breakin back over my hi-hat
drum is makin you numb, snare snap is strapped
To back for every red-eyed nigga on the attack
So I'm comin through, you cannot stop me on the go
For every nigga that clack-clacks, the Figure IV be gold
that

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

[ 3: Red One ]
Aiyo, the big gun spark, up the dark (Yes, mire)
360 degrees, the place on
Feel the heat, yo, surrender or retreat
Cause Kemo don't give a fuck, he put fire in the beat
Gave me the trigger to watch me blow off they feet
(Plow! your gunfinga, cause respect compete)
The all Van Crew, soldier men, too
You in-a di dance, dedicated to you
And all the young guns up, they past they
(Big up di sexy gal crew, cause dem bust too)
Sketels and workings just to make a
Keep di clip di g-string, ready to move
So what you do is put your hand di air
And you bust your gunfinga, wave it ya don't care
I swear, one love to my people out
You we salute, off shots in the air