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 i sleep, still i keep awake
what if my dream 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
these songs
with the biscuit in my shaky palms
i'm a man now (a man)
not the one who to two colleges
grovellin' over plans
i'm at the ceiling fan
all
amazed by the the blades break the silence
i to be afraid of firin'

it startling
but now i'm starting to the quiet moments
might you of a mike
by the way i it (to the grill)
a homophobic

unaware of the graphic nature of phallic
tragically ironic, suckin' off each others' & pistols
i got back issues than guns and ammo
'cause my oozy a ton
and i let go of the handle
hangin' on to pant leg

knee-deep in shells ballistics
this is a detachable penis
an extension of my manhood like a fetus
an intravenous feeds bullets to my magazine

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 who's in need of his space
angster of love who's unable to 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
make my and then facilitate fur trades

empty the bird cage and release the
huh

i got a
i keep it in my
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 verge of
ain't no turnin' back
in fact i can't down my fluids
can't statements
without water
the basement
then sought
removed my vest and then 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 computer screens

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

capitalists her up for killin'em

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

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

you're like dey la
i my crotch like a nine-millimeter
yo

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