Luyện nghe bài hát Gunfinga

Our world domination

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

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

[ 1: Red 1 ]
Aiyo, the tool, against the great, no rule
Plow! Shots are bust and we
Thus thrust, defend the rugged and raw
(Cause we-a rudeboy) So hit em with the hardcore
Cause my glock's not enough, sometimes a man fi get
Handled ruff, minded too dangerous
Ain't no messin with nobody 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 learn
respect due, yo respect a-fi earn
Big up to Rascal Crew, stands firm
none, think 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, was equal
Lick a bo! That's for Babylon pon
Cause Van City cats got tons of
And there's one more we gotta let go
And that's the one that we lick off di po-po
I test the empire, then we royal
Many guns for hire when regime crumble
Then my gunfinga in the air, born again
Wave it a flag, world domination pon dem

No fear, hands di air
Bust your gunfinga, it like ya don't care
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 your gun down, please
Yo, don't no shots, so me and my niggas could rock
Dem call me Mr. (Dem call me Mr. Red 1)
Come me, holler me out if you know what I'm talkin about
My niggas walkin about, big up the gutter guns
Street presidents, residents
And all my niggas on they two feet with sense
And than two cents 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 make you hi-i-igh
you softly with no lye
While your toe taps I'm your back over my hi-hat
Kick drum is makin you numb, snap is strapped
To bust for every 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
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 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 your gunfinga, 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 just to make a debut
di clip in-a di g-string, ready to move
So what you do is put your hand di air
And you your gunfinga, wave it like ya don't care
I swear, one love to my people out
You we salute, lickin off in the air