Luyện nghe bài hát Gunfinga

Our aim: world

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

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

[ 1: Red 1 ]
Aiyo, gunfinga the tool, the great, no rule
Plow! Shots are bust and we
thrust, Red'll defend the rugged and raw
(Cause we-a rudeboy) So hit em with the stuff
Cause my not enough, sometimes a man fi get cuffed
Handled ruff, we're minded too
Ain't no messin with nobody less they puff us
Cause we keep to and the pounds we puff
So let it burn, the chalice, take turns
Red 1 not concerned, I got em learn
respect due, yo respect a-fi earn
Big up to Crew, foundation stands firm
none, think that we done, we just-a come
Gunfinga cocked in-a di air, it bum
Bo! That's for my ghetto
the world's unfair, never was equal
Lick a bo! That's for pon patrol
Cause Van City 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 the empire, then we royal gumbo
Many guns for hire when regime crumble
Then raise my in the air, born again
Wave it like a flag, world 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 to rock, that's why the Rascalz are here (2x)

[ VERSE 2: Kardinal ]
Let me see your gunfinga, but hold gun down, please
Yo, don't no shots, so me and my niggas could rock
Dem call me Mr. Kardinal (Dem me Mr. Red 1)
Come follow me, holler me out if you know what I'm about
My niggas walkin about, big up the ghetto gutter
presidents, slum residents
And all my niggas on they two feet with street
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 your
Kardinal and Rascalz make you feel hi-i-igh
Killin you with no lye
While toe taps I'm breakin your back over my hi-hat
Kick drum is you numb, snare snap is strapped
To back for every red-eyed nigga on the attack
So when I'm 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, light up the (Yes, mire)
360 degrees, the on fire
Feel the heat, yo, either 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! Bust gunfinga, cause respect compete)
The all Van Crew, soldier men, too
You rudeboys di dance, dedicated to you
And all the young guns up, they past curfew
(Big up di sexy gal crew, dem bust shots too)
and workings just to make a debut
Keep di clip in-a di g-string, ready to
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