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 keeps me safe i sleep, still i keep awake
what if my dream girl pays a midnight
i see the world thru the scope but i no insight with it

when i get introspective i put the on
these songs
with the sittin in my shaky palms
i'm a man now (a man)
not the one who went to two
grovellin' over meal
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 the quiet moments
might remind you of a
by the way i it (to the grill)
a homophobic

unaware of the nature of phallic symbols
tragically ironic, suckin' off each others' & pistols
i got more back 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 extension of my manhood positioned a fetus
an intravenous hook-up 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 me safe at my workplace
gangster who's in need of his personal space
angster of who's unable to look 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 demands and then fur trades

empty the bird and release the mermaids
huh

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

are like a dam on the verge of
there no turnin' back
in fact i hold down my fluids
can't retract
water displacement
flooded the
sought refuge
removed my waterproof vest and then i kicked off my wet
made it to dry
in hand

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

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

capitalists strung her up for

every manufactured holiday they sacrifice another
wartime depression sets in
i get to in

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

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

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