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 stuck
On some shit... yo

[Ghostface
Yo, classic murders, gun material
Burnt up bodies rock with no burial
that hardly work, go to work
Like a on a hot day, with no water
Blow you for props, in the face, might get knocked up
Jakes that hero, they can get popped up
Face fallin' off cheekbone, gotta take meat
From they ass, to sow it back, I'm a beast,
It's beef, in the streets, so we street's clone
Like fresh fruit, from a tree, so the heat's
Your momma missing, your boys are
Cut ya balls out your nutsack, the 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
Look homey, it's the bloody
Glove club you down in the club, how you that, sweet cakes?

[Trife Da
Yo, it was a minute twelve, when the tragedy struck
Niggaz on son, and left 'em leaning right in Valerie's truck
The red blood was pouring out his head heavily
The only motive for murder was wetter, jealousy
The found him slumped over the wheel, horn
Bullet holes showing, property stolen, motor still
Driving side door, waves scoping, the window is
Glass back and shredded his grill, his collar was
He probably the killas, cause they jinxed him with ease
Cops hold the perimeter, thirsty, for leads
on doors, questioning tenants, the lieutenant
Was the to arrive on the scene, he knew he was finished
DeWayne Roberts knew him in college,
Stopped being brolic, V.A. driver's in his wallet
The last call on his 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 things
We stick up and we take they rings
Mission Impossible, Theodore Unit, we
Spit razors out of our and start chopping you
Bank robbers, blood jakes out with the
Ropes hanging down from the roof, my
Soaking water, smoking, we scrape and we Pillage, man
Wherever we broke in, Theodore,
Boat rides and tours, smashed 'em in the crib with they coconut
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 at a motel, and splashed by the hundreds
I don't ask if I it, my attitude is running
I ask if I want it, my attitude is running, yup
Mega ice neck, with some fish, with fish dishes
Rakim gems, my mind shine is what my weight
else is uncivilized, send the kind of niggaz
A tremendous spy, you can see the by
My nine leave a ten to buy, I don't need my men to
I'm in the squad, beside the car that's highly energized
advised, before, that fucking with I, is genocide
Many men have died, playing games from what they feel inside
Brawl it in me, put it on my enemy
Be warned, defending me, like off a Kennedy
I silly song M.C.'s get on base
Type of nigga spit the Remy or laugh in ya
This dig in my waste, is mastery, step out of
Shatter that ass, glass, and break fast like a neglige
Play with the biscuit, dick, don't even it
I, up my misses, and dash on the interstate