Luyện nghe bài hát Gunsmoke

Come on, go
Put under your belt

Smell the
the gunsmoke

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

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

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

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

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

the gunsmoke
Smell the

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

So it with 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 buck so the phrase gunshot gets tide
Can't take the only motherfuckas fried

Skeletons deep in the ocean
'Cos them slave ships had that three motion
Coasting down fulton on the river
Burning and motherfuckas saying die nigga, die nigga

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

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

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

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

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

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

the gunsmoke
Smell the