Luyện nghe bài hát Gunsmoke

Come on, go
Put this under your

Smell the
the gunsmoke

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

How you gonna get
When too busy getting mine
Now look is this murderous criminal coming
If you think it's Eroc then the 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 lying all me
But the real murderers ain't got no bounty

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

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

Smell the
Smell the

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

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

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

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

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

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

systems stacked like a loaded bowel
'Cos no billionaires on the murder trial
Make the ghetto concentration camps mile
So your ass through the gas chambers single file

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

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 since we fresh off the boat
'em we ain't no joke
Let them choke off the

the gunsmoke
Smell the