Luyện nghe bài hát Gunsmoke

Come on, go
Put this your belt

the gunsmoke
Smell the

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

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

thirty million of us buried in the fucking sludge
'Can't come straight from fudge, I got a bloody
bodies lying all around me
But the real murderers never got no bounty

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

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

the gunsmoke
Smell the

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

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

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

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

the gunsmoke
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, breathing out carbon

systems stacked like a loaded bowel
'Cos ain't no billionaires on the trial
Make the ghetto concentration every mile
So march ass through 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 with uncle Sam is steamy

It's what I've been through, I'm like
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
the gunsmoke