Luyện nghe bài hát Guns N' Razors

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

Killah]
Yo, classic murders, gun material
up bodies that rock with no burial
Hammers that hardly work, go to
Like a slave on a hot day, with no
Blow you for props, in the cop's face, get knocked up
Jakes that play hero, can get popped up
Face fallin' off they cheekbone, take meat
they ass, to sow it back, I'm a beast, holmes
It's ground beef, in the streets, so we clone
Like fresh fruit, from a tree, so the blown
Your momma missing, your boys are
Cut ya balls out nutsack, the chinks are buying
Shit bags is like gift bags, you get it for
If you master fronting, cutting
You stunting, them gem star'll rip something
homey, it's the bloody sweepstakes
Glove club you down in the club, how you like that, cakes?

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

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 start you
Bank robbers, jakes out with the obstacle
hanging down from the roof, my parachute
Soaking water, smoking, we scrape and we Pillage, man
Wherever we in, Theodore, pulverize
Boat rides and tours, smashed 'em in the crib they coconut straws
Dudes step off the scene, face and four-four
The CREAM that we stack up, and whores

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