Luyện nghe bài hát Guns N' Razors

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

Killah]
Yo, classic murders, slick gun
Burnt up bodies rock with no burial
Hammers that work, go to work
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
From ass, to sow it back, I'm a beast, holmes
ground beef, in the streets, so we street's clone
Like fruit, from a tree, so the heat's blown
Your momma missing, your are crying
Cut ya out your nutsack, the chinks are buying
Shit is like gift bags, you get it for free
If you master fronting, cutting
You keep stunting, them gem rip something
homey, it's the bloody sweepstakes
Glove club you down in the club, how you that, sweet cakes?

Da God]
Yo, it was a minute after twelve, when the tragedy
Niggaz emptied on son, and left 'em leaning right in Valerie's
The red Cherokee was pouring out his head heavily
The motive for murder was wetter, either jealousy
The found him slumped over the wheel, horn
Bullet holes showing, stolen, motor still going
Driving door, waves scoping, the window is broken
Glass back and his grill, his collar was soaking
He knew the killas, cause they jinxed him with ease
hold the perimeter, thirsty, looking for leads
Knocking on doors, tenants, the lieutenant
Was the first to on the scene, he knew he was finished
Roberts knew him in college, mid-twenties
Stopped being brolic, V.A. license in his wallet
The call on his mobile phone was back to home
Sorry, Miss Amonia's son was found dead with two in his

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

[Killa
Cash in abundance, the cats that I run
Got gats at a motel, and splashed by the
I don't ask if I want it, my attitude is
I don't ask if I it, my attitude is running, yup
Mega ice neck, some fish, with some fish dishes
gems, my mind shine is what my weight misses
Anything else is uncivilized, the kind of niggaz
A spy, you can see the venom by
My leave a ten to buy, I don't need my men to ride
I'm in the moshing squad, beside the car that's highly
Been advised, before, fucking with I, is genocide
Many men have died, from playing games from what they feel
Brawl with it in me, put it on my
Be warned, defending me, killing off a Kennedy
I silly song M.C.'s get on base
Type of nigga spit the or laugh in ya face
dig in my waste, is mastery, step out of place
Shatter that ass, 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