Luyện nghe bài hát Guns N' Razors

[Intro: Killah]
Oh shit, look at them, they running on
They picked the car up, they on some shit
Oh shit... and niggaz stuck together
On Siamese shit... yo

[Ghostface
Yo, classic murders, gun material
Burnt up bodies that rock with no
Hammers that work, go to work
Like a on a hot day, with no water
you for props, in the cop's face, might get knocked up
Jakes that play hero, they can get up
Face fallin' off they cheekbone, take meat
From they ass, to sow it back, I'm a beast,
ground beef, in the streets, so we street's clone
Like fruit, from a tree, so the heat's blown
Your momma missing, your boys are
Cut ya out your nutsack, the chinks are buying
Shit is like gift bags, you get it for free
If you fronting, classic cutting
You keep stunting, them gem rip something
Look homey, it's the sweepstakes
Glove you down in the club, how you like that, sweet cakes?

Da God]
Yo, it was a minute twelve, when the tragedy struck
Niggaz emptied on son, and left 'em leaning right in truck
The red Cherokee blood was out his head heavily
The only motive for murder was wetter, either
The found him slumped over the wheel, horn
Bullet holes showing, property stolen, motor still
side door, waves scoping, the window is broken
Glass and shredded his grill, his collar was soaking
He probably knew the killas, cause jinxed him with ease
Cops the perimeter, thirsty, looking for leads
on doors, questioning tenants, the lieutenant
Was the first to on the scene, he knew he was finished
DeWayne Roberts knew him in college,
being brolic, V.A. driver's license in his wallet
The last call on his mobile phone was back to
Sorry, Miss Amonia's son was found dead with two in his

This be the bird's eye view of things, look how we doing
We stick niggaz up and we take rings
Mission Impossible, Unit, we unstoppable
Spit razors out of our mouth and chopping you
Bank robbers, blood out with the obstacle
Ropes hanging down from the roof, my
water, heat smoking, we scrape and we Pillage, man
Wherever we in, Theodore, pulverize
Boat rides and tours, 'em in the crib with they coconut straws
step off the scene, black face and four-four
The CREAM we stack up, cake and whores

Sin]
Cash in abundance, the cats I run with
Got gats at a motel, and splashed by the
I ask if I want it, my attitude is running
I don't ask if I want it, my is running, yup
Mega ice neck, with some fish, some fish dishes
Rakim gems, my mind is what my weight misses
Anything else is uncivilized, send the of niggaz
A tremendous spy, you can see the by
My leave a ten to buy, I don't need my men to ride
I'm in the moshing squad, the car that's highly energized
Been advised, before, that fucking I, is genocide
Many men have died, from playing games what they feel inside
Brawl it in me, put it on my enemy
Be warned, defending me, like killing off a
I silly song M.C.'s get on base
Type of spit the Remy or laugh in ya face
dig in my waste, is mastery, step out of place
Shatter ass, like glass, and break fast like a neglige
Play the biscuit, dick, don't even risk it
I, snatch up my misses, and on the interstate