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 keeps me when i sleep, still i keep awake
what if my dream girl pays a midnight
i see the world the scope but i gain no insight with it

when i get i put the safety on
these songs
with the sittin in my shaky palms
i'm a man now (a man)
not the one who to two colleges
over meal plans
i'm at the ceiling fan
all
amazed by the ways the blades the silence
i used to be of firin'

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

unaware of the graphic nature of symbols
tragically ironic, suckin' off each others' & pistols
i got back issues than guns and ammo
my oozy weighs a ton
and i never let go of the
on to mommy's pant leg

knee-deep in shells kickin'
this dick is a detachable
an extension of my positioned like a fetus
an intravenous hook-up feeds to my magazine

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

it
i got gun (what)

i it in my briefcase
it keeps me safe at my
cubicle gangster who's in need of his space
angster of love who's unable to look girls in his
'cause i know that all the stupid people increase the birth
i'm about dumb enough to hold up a sperm bank
make my demands and then fur trades

empty the bird cage and the mermaids
huh

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

are like a dam on the of collapse
ain't no turnin' back
in fact i can't down my fluids
can't statements
without displacement
flooded the
then refuge
removed my waterproof vest and i kicked off my wet shoes
it to dry land
pistol in

fistfuls of ammo on a camel
a desert of sand
lucid dreams are a lot like computer

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

capitalists strung her up for

every manufactured holiday they sacrifice another
before wartime depression in
i get to in

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

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

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