Luyện nghe bài hát Gunfinga

Our aim: domination

No fear, in-a di air
your gunfinga, wave it like ya don't care
Bust hot 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, gunfinga the tool, against the great, no
Plow! Shots are and we notorious
Thus thrust, defend the rugged and raw
(Cause we-a rudeboy) So hit em the hardcore stuff
Cause my glock's not enough, a man fi get cuffed
Handled ruff, minded too dangerous
Ain't no messin with nobody less puff with us
Cause we keep to ourselves and the we puff
So let it burn, rockin the chalice, turns
Red 1 not concerned, I got em a-fi
respect due, yo respect a-fi earn
Big up to Rascal Crew, stands firm
Fear none, think that we done, we just-a
Gunfinga cocked di air, make it bum
Bo! for my ghetto people
Cause the unfair, never was equal
Lick a bo! for Babylon pon patrol
Cause Van City got tons of hydro
And there's one more we gotta let go
And the one that 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 gunfinga in the air, again
Wave it a flag, world domination pon dem

No fear, hands 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)

[ VERSE 2: Kardinal ]
Let me see gunfinga, but hold your gun down, please
Yo, don't bust no shots, so me and my niggas rock
Dem call me Mr. (Dem call me Mr. Red 1)
follow 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 street sense
And more 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 chest
Kardinal and Rascalz gwan make you feel
you softly with no lye
While your toe taps I'm your back over my hi-hat
Kick drum is 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 nigga that clack-clacks, the Figure IV gotta be gold
Like

Lick shots, bust yo
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, surrender or retreat
Cause don't give a fuck, he put some fire in the beat
Gave me the trigger to watch me them off they 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 past curfew
(Big up di sexy gal crew, dem bust shots too)
Sketels and 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 gunfinga, wave it like ya don't care
I swear, one love to my out there
You we salute, off shots in the air