Luyện nghe bài hát Jada's Got A Gun

In the
(It's real)
Shit it fuckin' real out
(No doubt)
be hatin', violatin'
(Fo sho, it)
But you need to

Jada's, got a, Jada's, got a gun
Niggas, clear out, bitches, and run
Jada's, got a, Jada's, got a gun
Niggas, clear out, bitches, and run

And I been had one so don't forget 357 Magnum wit no kickback
Put 'em all in your six pack for a big and I never keep the money
Where I keep the clips at get you one in your throat
You still your heat, but me and my guns elope
When I die bury me with the toast in case I run a little bit
Of drama wherever I go and I won't hesitate, make you

Hit you with the titanium, 38, and it's weight
Bullets good dope how I keep 'em coming kill a couple niggas
Then everybody want 'em who gon' shoot and who gon'
If push comes to shove everybody know, you gon'
And I got mine on me the or the 40 Cali
Or even the glock nine on me

Jada's, got a, Jada's, got a gun
Niggas, out, bitches, duck and run
Jada's, got a, Jada's, got a gun
Niggas, clear out, bitches, and run

I got a gun wit 200 shots I'm the you moved your family
To a whole new other block I got shit that could wake up the
That'll knock down the door and break up the steps even
Bother wearin' a vest 'cuz these the kinda slugs that's gon'
Get lodged in chest gotta night time scope that could see
Through the walls so just to get shit I'ma tear up your dog

I'm show you what's dumbin' out and you could believe
I shoot it's comin' off or comin' out and don't try runnin' out
'Cuz the 44 mag'll leave your ass by house this is Jadakiss
I'm everything I see in my radius the kids stay blazin' shit
Which gun is my I don't know
I got 'em all from the old to the shit

Jada's, got a, Jada's, got a gun
Niggas, clear out, bitches, and run
Jada's, got a, Jada's, got a gun
Niggas, clear out, bitches, and run

Guns and the sneakers made Jada the and the reefer
Came later with the and the haters but I'ma humble kid
Still put the pump in baby mother mouth make her mumble
Where you live 25 years no felony I'm tellin' why you think
I saved it, to blow a melon off as a young boy
carried a cap gun fell in love wit it first time

I clapped one now I'm a grown man more and pleasant
And like hittin' niggas in the jaw the desert and everybody
Got a gun, why not me you keep it on you now it's just like I.D.
And I never seen a man cry till I a man shot fuck pride
Bullets is too damn hot so if you ain't got one then you run
Handle it, or tell the whole world

Jada's, got a, Jada's, got a gun
Niggas, clear out, bitches, and run
Jada's, got a, Jada's, got a gun
Niggas, out, bitches, duck and run

Jada's, got a, Jada's, got a gun
Niggas, out, bitches, duck and run
Jada's, got a, Jada's, got a gun
Niggas, out, bitches, duck and run