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 keeps me safe when i sleep, still i keep
what if my dream girl a midnight visit?
i see the world thru the scope but i gain no with it

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

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

unaware of the graphic nature of symbols
tragically ironic, suckin' off each others' & pistols
i got more back issues than and ammo
my oozy weighs a ton
and i let go of the handle
on to mommy's pant leg

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

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 who's in need of his personal space
angster of love who's unable to look girls in his
'cause i know that all the stupid people increase the rate
i'm just about enough to hold up a sperm bank
make my demands and then facilitate fur

empty the bird cage and the mermaids
huh

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

are like a dam on the of collapse
there no turnin' back
in fact i can't hold down my
can't statements
without water
the basement
then refuge
removed my waterproof vest and i kicked off my wet shoes
made it to dry
pistol in

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

have pretentious conversations but i shoot the breeze
blow a hole straight their long-winded theories
my own and make songs for them to sing with me
its the same of heat that millie used
to break the ice with santa
when she made him sing the christmas

strung her up for killin'em

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

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

you're dead dey la
i hold my crotch like a
yo

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