Luyện nghe bài hát Gunz Yo

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

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

when i get introspective i put the on
make songs
with the sittin in my shaky palms
i'm a man now (a man)
not the one who to two colleges
over meal plans
i'm starin' at the fan
all
amazed by the ways the break the silence
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 homophobic

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

knee-deep in shells kickin'
this dick is a detachable
an extension of my manhood positioned a fetus
an intravenous hook-up feeds 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 who's in need of his personal
angster of love who's unable to girls in his face
'cause i that all the stupid people increase the birth rate
i'm just about dumb enough to hold up a sperm
make my demands and facilitate fur trades

empty the cage and release the mermaids
huh

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

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

fistfuls of riding on a camel
a desert of sand
lucid dreams are a lot like computer

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

capitalists her up for killin'em

every manufactured holiday they 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 a nine-millimeter
yo

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