Luyện nghe bài hát Gunsmoke

Come on, go
Put under your belt

Smell the
Smell the

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

How you gonna get
When you're too busy mine
Now is this murderous criminal coming through
If you think it's Eroc then the is working on you

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

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

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

the gunsmoke
Smell the

I'm white hairs from the nightmares everynight
somebody's got a contract on my life
I'm in a gang in an all out war
They drop me in when they knife my umbilical

So it begins a slap 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 deep in the ocean
'Cos them ships had that three stop motion
Coasting down on the Mississippi river
Burning and motherfuckas saying die nigga, die nigga

It all when we start producing scratch
Some of my homies got no attached
Without no food up in the fridge you go never 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 got blurry
Had my uncle to the chair, hands oxtied
in gas, breathing out carbon monoxide

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

Who's the biggest problem they show on the TV?
My peoples die of and TB
See me with an face and a beanie
'Cos my relationship uncle 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 off the boat
Show 'em we ain't no
Let them choke off the

Smell the
the gunsmoke