Luyện nghe bài hát Pass The Gat

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

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

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

My is down with it, pops is committed
Something's got to give, I'm like a keg
Ready to stick a bank, a high-powered tank
Newsflash, Nubian, takin' fifty hostages
Take 'em in the basement, the punks sausages
(Yo if I get 'em)
twinkies from hostess
Shoot the fagot in the back for actin' like

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

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

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

Pass me the gat, and like that, I squeeze
a man possessed from the Old West
See I rest in Rule, keep a tool
You don't be the learner that my burner makes toast
'Cause mathematics is Uzi does it
I got the automatic in the attic
And an emphatic now cipher
If you think you 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 wreck with the tech, blow your mind with
we got the shotty for your body
Rodney King this God-ly king
Before I a whippin', I'll dump a fuckin' clip 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 yo, pass that

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

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