Luyện nghe bài hát Gunz Yo

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

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

when i get introspective i put the on
make these
with the biscuit sittin in my palms
i'm a man now (a man)
not the one who to two colleges
grovellin' meal plans
i'm starin' at the fan
all
by the ways the blades break the silence
i used to be of firin'

it sounded
but now i'm starting to hate the quiet
might remind you of a
by the way i it (to the grill)
a rapper

of the graphic nature of phallic symbols
tragically ironic, suckin' off each others' & pistols
i got back issues 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 ballistics
this is a detachable penis
an extension of my manhood like a fetus
an intravenous hook-up feeds bullets to my

the bullocks, my pistol 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 need of his space
of love who's unable to look girls in his face
'cause i know that all the people increase the birth rate
i'm about dumb enough to hold up a sperm bank
my demands and then facilitate fur trades

empty the bird and release the mermaids
huh

i got a
i keep it in my
it me safe from the things i like to speak about
but words are out
and all these smiles i crack

are a dam on the verge of collapse
ain't no turnin' back
in fact i hold down my fluids
can't retract
water displacement
flooded the
then sought
removed my vest and then i kicked off my wet shoes
made it to dry
in hand

fistfuls of riding on a camel
thru a desert of
lucid are a lot like computer screens

people have pretentious but i shoot the breeze
blow a hole straight thru their long-winded
hold my own and make songs for them to sing me
its the same type of that millie used
to break the ice santa claus
when she made him sing the blues

capitalists her up for killin'em

every manufactured holiday they sacrifice another
wartime 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)