Luyện nghe bài hát Gunsmoke

Come on, go
Put this your belt

the gunsmoke
Smell the

I be having running through 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?
you're too busy getting mine
Now look is this criminal coming through
If you think Eroc then the subliminal is working on you

There's thirty of us buried in the fucking sludge
'Can't come from 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
Blast is coming from my district
There's something that I you should know
It's the Coup, we from the Eastside O

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

Smell the
the gunsmoke

I'm getting white hairs 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 knife my umbilical cord

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

Skeletons deep in the ocean
'Cos them slave ships had that stop motion
Coasting down on the Mississippi river
Burning crosses and saying die nigga, die nigga

It all when we start producing scratch
Some of my got no legs attached
Without no food up in the fridge you ain't go have peace
Cos with a you can finger fuck without 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 strapped to the chair, oxtied
Breathing in gas, breathing out monoxide

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

the biggest 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 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 was cut throat since we fresh off the boat
Show 'em we no joke
Let them off the gunsmoke

Smell the
Smell the