Luyện nghe bài hát ShotGun

(Chorus)
Err'ybody get
shotgun, shotgun double sawed off
strapped homie this shit is about to pop off
Me I be a G from way in the day
With that I don't give a about your set, type mentality

(Blaze)
I'll shoot you in the day, my heater stay on toast
And build a casket for you as soon as you a ghost
I got an trigger finger and I'm scratching like a DJ
15 in my pocket, who wanna see me
Khakis stay on fold, ice-cold
And my homeboy rapping to a chicken he know
Here come a car up the street, rolling real
With a wannabe, G, hanging out the window
Looking close, he knows me
Fuck set!, shots splattered his ass all over his homies upholstery
to play me closely, but my approach be
Buck'em all till they fall with my

(Chorus 2x)
Shotgun, shotgun double barreled off
Stay strapped homie this shit is to pop off
Me I be a G way back in the day
With I don't give a fuck about your set, type mentality

(Anybody Killa)
If I my self alive, something just might happen
Like my gun clapping, or a head crackin'
My nerves are shot, I'm and hot
Always shaking, looking just Michael J. Fox
Save me, help me me out this mind frame
the choppin' on you hoes cause I'm insane
Me and Colton be getting in the hood
Knocking down your doorway, jacking all your
Look into the barrel of my shotgun, watch
Fucking wit me, is just bad for health
So when you see me coming, best be thinking whether you want to or die
Cause my increasing, so watch out
Cause we ain't playing pimp, move the over
All up our face, acting we know ya
But if you want to get that close,
prepare yourself, to be filled with holes

(Chorus 2x)
Shotgun, double barreled sawed off
Stay strapped this shit is about to pop off
Me I be a G way back in the day
With I don't give a fuck about your set, type mentality

(Esham)
Sawed off shotgun and I'm to dump
Sippin' on some syrup, speakers on
Cruising 7 mile, cash bed of pile
You my shotgun won't blast, bat a thou-
I'm all cheddar throw your body off Bell Isle Bridge
push me cause, I'm over the edge
Been fell off the ledge, with a hole in my
Only reason Colton Grundy see me cause he been
Boy I'm nothing to play with; my murdered 9 federal agents
I kill all ages,
Bloodstain the pages
shit is outrageous,
Me, Blaze, and ABK to be locked in cages
Police been after me, I cause a
All my shotgun said Blasphemy
Now another casualty

(Chorus 2x)
Shotgun, double barreled sawed off
Stay strapped homie shit is about to pop off
Me I be a G from way in the day
With that I give a fuck about your set, type mentality

(Blaze)
4 bullets left in my pocket, I'm a
Three more people test me
3 bullets in my pocket, I'm a madman
Two more wanna test me
2 bullets in my pocket, I'm a madman
One more person test me
1 bullets left in my pocket, I'm a
Don't wanna test me

"Damn! Fuck! I ran outta ammo, unless you count the box of shells i got in the glove compartment!"