Luyện nghe bài hát Gunsmoke

Come on, go
Put this under your

Smell the
the gunsmoke

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

How you gonna get
When you're too busy mine
Now look is this murderous criminal coming
If you think it's Eroc then the subliminal is on you

thirty million of us buried in the fucking sludge
'Can't straight from fudge, I got a bloody grudge
Dead bodies lying all me
But the real murderers ain't got no bounty

Count it coroners as we sitting as
this ass if you think this
Blast is coming my residential 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 is broke
Survival for the and the low
Get a of my gunsmoke

the gunsmoke
Smell the

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

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

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

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

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

I say fuck the whole and the jury
My mind got delirious, my eyes got
Had my uncle strapped to the chair, oxtied
Breathing in gas, breathing out carbon

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

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

what 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 since we fresh off the
'em we ain't no joke
Let them off the gunsmoke

Smell the
the gunsmoke