Luyện nghe bài hát Pass The Gat

Gimme a gat I'm to smoke this motherfucker!
Gimme a gat I'm 'bout to this motherfucker!

me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta fight back
I ain't over on my motherfuckin' back
Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I fight back
I ain't rollin' on my motherfuckin' back
Pass me the gat, me the gat, I gotta fight back
I ain't rollin' over on my back
Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta fight
I ain't rollin' on my motherfuckin' back

I need seven brothers ready to roll, I mean some real
Brothers ready to bust, bust and again
Snatch the off the door my man, this is a stick-up
I ain't bring no funds, came to snatch the guns
Check it, brothers spread the whole damn store
Don't nothin', don't leave a witness
This man is armed, another man's alarmed
This is the next Vietnam, set it off in the

My moms is down with it, pops is
got to give, I'm like a powder keg
Ready to a bank, drivin' a high-powered tank
Newsflash, Brand Nubian, fifty hostages
Take 'em in the basement, the punks sausages
(Yo if I get 'em)
[Incomprehensible] twinkies from
the fagot in the back for actin' like that

From New York, in the East, I'm the man police
I called the cops for a beef I had, but they didn't do
A fuckin' thing, tellin' me to tone
As if they was a gettin' red in the face
And they me with mace, so check it out
(Hey!)
So now I'm the wise guy but they ain't to bend
That's why I'm to pretend

pass the fuckin' gat!
Gimme a gat I'm to smoke this motherfucker!

Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I fight back
I rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back
Pass me the gat, me the gat, I gotta fight back
I ain't over on my motherfuckin' back
me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta fight back
I ain't over on my motherfuckin' back
me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta fight back
I rollin' over on my motherfuckin' back

Pass me the gat, and just that, I squeeze
a man possessed from the Old West
See I rest in Rule, keep a tool
You don't want be the that my burner makes toast
'Cause mathematics is Uzi does it
I got the stashed in the attic
And an emphatic now cipher
If you think you take the of me without a fight

Huh, I my gun with a rip rod
Here comes the God who don't eat pig
Lord J A M A R
passive, the crew grows massive
We get with the tech, blow your mind with nine
we got the shotty for your body
Rodney King ain't this God-ly
Before I take a whippin', dump a fuckin' clip in

The police, who us no peace, to be deceased
I'll have a feast, as I to slay the beast
So my to black men, stay strapped
Aiyyo aiyyo yo, pass

Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta strapped
I ain't over on my motherfuckin' back
Pass me the gat, me the gat, I gotta stay strapped
I ain't rollin' over on my back
Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta stay
I ain't rollin' on my motherfuckin' back
Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta stay
I ain't over on my motherfuckin' back

Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta strapped
I ain't rollin' over on my back
Pass me the gat, me the gat, I gotta stay strapped
I ain't rollin' over on my motherfuckin'
Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta stay
I ain't rollin' on my motherfuckin' back
Pass me the gat, pass me the gat, I gotta strapped
I ain't over on my motherfuckin' back
the gat!