Luyện nghe bài hát Gunsmoke

Come on, go
Put this under belt

Smell the
Smell the

I be having homicide running my mind
Don't know what's up me
Shit with me all the time
Eating at my spine, motherfucka in my

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

There's thirty million of us buried in the fucking
come straight from fudge, I got a bloody grudge
Dead lying all around me
But the real murderers never got no bounty

it coroners as we sitting as statistics
With this ass if you think
Blast is from my residential district
There's something I think you should know
the motherfucking Coup, we from the Eastside 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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I'm getting white hairs the nightmares everynight
'Cos got a contract on my life
I'm in a that's in an all out war
They me in when they knife my umbilical cord

So it with a slap on the ass
Now you in, in the class, Trick
You here so we already made your casket
While it's got one buck so the phrase gets hella tide
Can't the only motherfuckas getting fried

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

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

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Off to the war
Off to the war

I say the whole judge and the jury
My mind got delirious, my eyes got
Had my uncle strapped to the chair, hands
in gas, breathing out carbon monoxide

Whole systems stacked a loaded bowel
ain't no billionaires on the murder trial
Make the ghetto concentration every mile
So march your ass through the gas chambers single

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

It's what I've 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 choke off the gunsmoke

Smell the
Smell the