Luyện nghe bài hát Gunsmoke

Come on, go
Put under your belt

the gunsmoke
Smell the

I be having homicide running through my
Don't know up with me
Shit fuck me all the time
Eating at my spine, in my prime

How you get yours?
you're too busy getting mine
Now look is this murderous criminal coming
If you think it's then the subliminal is working on you

thirty million of us buried in the fucking sludge
'Can't come from fudge, I got a bloody grudge
Dead bodies lying all me
But the real murderers never got no bounty

Count it coroners as we sitting as
With this ass if you this
is coming from my residential district
There's something that I think you know
the motherfucking Coup, we from the Eastside O

Peep my creep by slow
See all my folks is
Survival for the and the low
Get a whiff of my

the gunsmoke
Smell the

I'm getting white hairs from the nightmares
somebody's got a contract on my life
I'm in a gang in an all out war
They me in when they knife my umbilical cord

So it begins with a on the ass
Now you in, in the class, Trick
You here so we already made your casket
While it's got one buck so the phrase gets hella tide
take the only motherfuckas getting fried

Skeletons down in the ocean
'Cos them slave ships had that three stop
Coasting down fulton on the Mississippi
Burning crosses and saying die nigga, die nigga

It all when we start producing scratch
Some of my homies got no legs
Without no food up in the fridge you ain't go have peace
Cos with a trigger you can finger without no grease

Smell the
Smell the
Off to the war
Off to the war

I say fuck the judge and the jury
My mind got delirious, my eyes got
Had my strapped to the chair, hands oxtied
Breathing in gas, out carbon monoxide

Whole systems stacked like a bowel
'Cos ain't no billionaires on the murder
Make the ghetto concentration every mile
So march your ass through the gas chambers file

Who's the problem that they show on the TV?
My peoples die of and TB
See me with an angry face and a
'Cos my relationship with uncle Sam is

It's what I've through, I'm like sinecue
I got you got to get it put it in you
The ruling class was cut throat since we off the boat
Show 'em we no joke
Let them off the gunsmoke

Smell the
Smell the