Luyện nghe bài hát Gunsmoke

Come on, go
Put this your belt

Smell the
the gunsmoke

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

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

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

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

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

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Smell the

I'm getting white hairs from the nightmares
'Cos 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 with a on the ass
Now you in, in the workin' class,
You here so we already made your casket
While it's got one buck so the phrase gunshot gets hella
Can't the only motherfuckas getting fried

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

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

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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 uncle strapped to the chair, hands
Breathing in gas, breathing out monoxide

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

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

It's I've 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 no joke
Let them choke off the

Smell the
the gunsmoke