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 when i sleep, still i keep awake
what if my 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
make songs
with the biscuit sittin in my shaky
i'm a man now (a man)
not the one who to two colleges
grovellin' over plans
i'm starin' at the 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 you of a mike
by the way i it (to the grill)
a homophobic

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

knee-deep in shells ballistics
dick is a detachable penis
an of my manhood positioned like a fetus
an hook-up feeds bullets to my magazine

the bullocks, my pistol is a sex machine
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 personal
angster of love who's unable to look girls in his
i know that all the stupid people increase the birth rate
i'm just about 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 it in my mouth
it keeps me safe from the things i like to speak
but are leakin' out
and all these that i crack

are like a dam on the verge of
there ain't no back
in i can't hold down my fluids
can't statements
without displacement
the basement
then sought
removed my vest and then i kicked off my wet shoes
it to dry land
pistol in

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

have pretentious 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 heat that millie
to break the ice with santa
when she him sing the christmas blues

strung her up for killin'em

every manufactured holiday they sacrifice victim
before wartime 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)