Luyện nghe bài hát Gunsmoke

Come on, go
Put this under your

the gunsmoke
Smell the

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

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

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

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

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

Smell the
the gunsmoke

I'm getting white from the nightmares everynight
'Cos somebody's got a on my life
I'm in a that's in an all out war
They drop me in they 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 made casket
While it's got one buck so the gunshot gets hella tide
take the only motherfuckas getting fried

Skeletons deep in the ocean
them slave ships had that three stop motion
Coasting down fulton on the Mississippi
crosses and motherfuckas saying die nigga, die nigga

It all started when we start 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 and the jury
My mind got delirious, my got blurry
Had my uncle to the chair, hands oxtied
Breathing in gas, breathing out carbon

Whole systems stacked like a bowel
'Cos ain't no billionaires on the trial
Make the ghetto concentration 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 with an face and a beanie
'Cos my relationship with Sam is steamy

It's what I've been through, I'm sinecue
I got you got to get it put it in you
The ruling class was cut throat we fresh off the boat
'em we ain't no joke
Let choke off the gunsmoke

the gunsmoke
Smell the