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 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 palms
i'm a man now (a man)
not the one who to two colleges
grovellin' meal plans
i'm at the ceiling fan
all
amazed by the ways the break the silence
i used to be afraid of

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 rapper

unaware of the graphic nature of phallic
ironic, suckin' off each others' gats & pistols
i got more back 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 dick is a penis
an extension of my manhood 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 keep it in my
it keeps me safe at my
cubicle gangster who's in need of his space
angster of who's unable to look girls in his face
'cause i know that all the stupid people increase the rate
i'm about dumb enough to hold up a sperm bank
make my and then facilitate fur trades

empty the bird cage and the mermaids
huh

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

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

fistfuls of ammo riding on a
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
hold my own and make songs for to sing with me
its the same type of heat that millie
to break the ice with claus
when she made him sing the blues

capitalists strung her up for

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

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

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

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