Luyện nghe bài hát Pass The Gat

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

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

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

My moms is with it, pops is committed
Something's got to give, I'm a powder keg
Ready to stick a bank, drivin' a high-powered
Newsflash, Brand Nubian, takin' fifty
Take 'em in the basement, the punks sausages
(Yo if I get 'em)
[Incomprehensible] from hostess
Shoot the in the back for actin' like that

From New York, in the East, I'm the black man
I called the cops for a beef that I had, but didn't do
A fuckin' thing, tellin' me to tone
As if they was a father gettin' red in the
And they threatened me 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

Aiyyo the fuckin' gat!
a gat I'm 'bout to smoke this motherfucker!

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

Pass me the gat, and just like that, I
Like a man possessed the Old West
See I rest in Rule, keep a close
You don't want be the that my burner makes toast
today's mathematics is Uzi does it
I got the automatic stashed in the
And it's an now cipher
If you you take the life of me without a fight

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

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

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