Luyện nghe bài hát Gunsmoke

Come on, go
Put this your belt

the gunsmoke
Smell the

I be having running through my mind
know what's up with me
Shit fuck me all the time
Eating at my spine, motherfucka in my

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

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

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

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

Smell the
Smell the

I'm white hairs from the nightmares everynight
'Cos got a contract on my life
I'm in a gang in an all out war
They drop me in when they my umbilical cord

So it begins with a 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
take the only motherfuckas getting fried

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

It all started when we start producing
Some of my homies got no attached
no food up in the fridge you ain't go never have peace
Cos with a trigger you can fuck without no grease

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

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

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

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

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

the gunsmoke
Smell the