Luyện nghe bài hát Guns N' Razors

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

Killah]
Yo, classic murders, slick gun
Burnt up bodies that 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
that play hero, they can get popped up
Face fallin' off they cheekbone, gotta meat
they ass, to sow it back, I'm a beast, holmes
It's beef, in the streets, so we street's clone
fresh 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 bags is like bags, you get it for free
If you fronting, classic cutting
You keep stunting, them gem rip something
Look homey, it's the bloody
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 in Valerie's truck
The red Cherokee blood was pouring out his heavily
The only for murder was wetter, either jealousy
The him slumped over the wheel, horn blowing
Bullet showing, property stolen, motor still going
Driving side door, scoping, the window is broken
Glass back and shredded his grill, his was soaking
He probably knew the killas, cause they jinxed him with
Cops hold the perimeter, thirsty, looking for
Knocking on doors, questioning tenants, the
Was the first to arrive on the scene, he he was finished
Roberts knew him in college, mid-twenties
Stopped being brolic, V.A. driver's 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 and start chopping you
Bank robbers, blood out with 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, face and four-four
The CREAM that we up, cake and whores

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