Luyện nghe bài hát Gunsmoke

Come on, go
Put this under your

the gunsmoke
Smell the

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

How you get yours?
When you're too busy mine
Now look is this murderous criminal through
If you think Eroc then the subliminal is working on you

There's million of us buried in the fucking sludge
'Can't come straight fudge, I got a bloody grudge
bodies lying all around me
But the murderers ain't never got no bounty

Count it coroners as we sitting as
this ass if you think this
Blast is coming from my residential
There's something that I think you should
It's the Coup, we from the Eastside O

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

the gunsmoke
Smell the

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

So it begins a slap on the ass
Now you in, in the workin' class,
You here so fast we already your casket
While it's got one buck so the phrase gunshot gets hella
Can't take the only motherfuckas fried

Skeletons deep in the ocean
'Cos them slave ships had that three stop
Coasting down fulton on the river
crosses and motherfuckas 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 go never have peace
Cos with a you can finger fuck without no grease

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

I say fuck the whole and the jury
My got delirious, my eyes got blurry
Had my strapped to the chair, hands oxtied
in gas, breathing out carbon monoxide

Whole systems like a loaded bowel
'Cos no billionaires on the murder trial
Make the ghetto concentration camps every
So march ass through the gas chambers single file

Who's the biggest problem they show on the TV?
My die of starvation and TB
See me with an face and a beanie
'Cos my relationship uncle Sam is steamy

It's what I've been through, I'm like
I got you got to get it put it in you
The ruling class was cut throat we fresh off the boat
'em we ain't no joke
Let choke off the gunsmoke

the gunsmoke
Smell the