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 me safe when 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 with it

when i get introspective i put the 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 ways the break the silence
i to be afraid of firin'

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

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

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

nevermind the bullocks, my is a sex machine
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 unable to look in his face
'cause i know that all the people increase the birth rate
i'm just dumb enough to hold up a sperm bank
make my and then facilitate fur trades

empty the cage and release the mermaids
huh

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

are a dam on the verge of collapse
there ain't no back
in fact i can't down my fluids
can't statements
without water
flooded the
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
a desert of sand
lucid dreams are a lot like computer

people have pretentious but i shoot the breeze
blow a hole straight their long-winded theories
hold my own and make songs for them to sing me
its the type 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 holiday they sacrifice another
before wartime sets in
i get to in

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

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

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