Luyện nghe bài hát Gunsmoke

Come on, go
Put this under your

the gunsmoke
Smell the

I be having homicide through my mind
know what's up with me
Shit with me all the time
Eating at my spine, in my prime

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

There's thirty of us buried in the fucking sludge
'Can't come straight fudge, I got a bloody grudge
Dead bodies all around me
But the real ain't never got no bounty

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

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

the gunsmoke
Smell the

I'm getting white hairs the nightmares everynight
somebody's 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 begins with a 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 gunshot gets hella
Can't take the motherfuckas getting fried

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

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

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

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

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

Who's the biggest problem that show on the TV?
My peoples die of and TB
See me with an angry 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 off the boat
Show 'em we ain't no
Let choke off the gunsmoke

Smell the
Smell the