Luyện nghe bài hát Gunz Yo

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

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

when i get i put the safety on
make songs
with the sittin in my shaky palms
i'm a man now (a man)
not the one who to two colleges
grovellin' over meal
i'm starin' at the fan
all
amazed by the ways the blades break the
i used to be afraid of

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

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

knee-deep in kickin' ballistics
this is a detachable penis
an extension of my manhood positioned a fetus
an intravenous hook-up feeds bullets to my

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

it
i got gun (what)

i keep it in my
it keeps me safe at my
cubicle gangster in need 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 birth
i'm just about enough to hold up a sperm 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 keeps me safe from the i like to speak about
but are leakin' out
and all these smiles i crack

are like a dam on the verge of
there ain't no back
in fact i can't down my fluids
can't statements
water displacement
flooded the
then refuge
removed my waterproof vest and then i off my wet shoes
made it to dry
in hand

fistfuls of ammo riding on a
a desert of sand
lucid are a lot like computer screens

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

capitalists her up for killin'em

manufactured holiday they sacrifice another victim
before wartime depression 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)