Luyện nghe bài hát Gunz Yo

i'm on fire, i'm on
me too, me too

guns yo, i keep one in my
it me safe when i sleep, still i keep awake
if my dream girl pays a midnight visit?
i see the world the scope but i gain no insight with it

when i get introspective i put the on
these songs
with the sittin in my shaky palms
i'm a man now (a man)
not the one who went to two
grovellin' over meal
i'm starin' at the fan
all
amazed by the ways the blades the silence
i to be afraid of firin'

it startling
but now i'm to hate the quiet moments
might remind you of a
by the way i it (to the grill)
a homophobic

of the graphic nature of phallic symbols
tragically ironic, suckin' off others' gats & pistols
i got more back than guns and ammo
'cause my weighs a ton
and i never let go of the
hangin' on to mommy's leg

knee-deep in shells kickin'
dick is a detachable penis
an extension of my manhood positioned a fetus
an intravenous hook-up bullets to my magazine

nevermind the bullocks, my is a sex machine
yo (sex machine)

it
i got gun (what)

i keep it in my
it keeps me at my workplace
cubicle gangster who's in of his personal space
angster of love who's to look girls in his face
'cause i know that all the stupid people increase the rate
i'm just about dumb enough to hold up a bank
make my demands and facilitate fur trades

empty the cage and release the mermaids
huh

i got a
i it in my mouth
it me safe from the things i like to speak about
but are leakin' out
and all these smiles that i

are like a dam on the of collapse
there no turnin' back
in fact i can't hold my fluids
retract statements
without displacement
the basement
then sought
removed my waterproof vest and then i off my wet shoes
made it to dry
in hand

fistfuls of ammo riding on a
thru a desert of
lucid dreams are a lot like screens

people have pretentious conversations but i the breeze
blow a hole straight thru their theories
hold my own and make for them to sing with me
its the same type of heat millie used
to break the ice with santa
when she him sing the christmas blues

capitalists strung her up for

every manufactured holiday they sacrifice victim
before depression sets in
i get to in

and shine my weapon
i'm hemorrhoid, i'm the

dead like dey la
i my crotch like a nine-millimeter
yo

(i'm on fire) (me too)
(nine-millimeter) (sex machine)