Luyện nghe bài hát Cramp Your Style

I cramp style
With a bullet and a

Ugh, on the D-l casin' me out
Truckin' my jewels, for the tools
When they come they to come correct
Because know I catch wreck

A well known wild vet
Step the kill zone, baby, it's on
I pack the twin nine mills lift your dome
Chrome pump with eyed slots and such
A Mac-dime that is sure to touch

Ya, bust you with the Desert
Street legal, against my people
And the Ice gets
Hit you with the .44 Smith

You're to run 'cause my Tec eats pests
I got a with the laser, hot police taser
Step in real close, I hit your throat with the
You wanna or die, it's your decision
Talk shit, you're dissin' I got you in my vision

fragments on the street released
Another nigga fronts hard, another deceased
I got a H.K., A.K. and a
A 12 gauge street sweeper the circular clip
Quick to let fly, you die
And watch your fat moms cry, eye

I your style
a bullet and a smile
What you think all the is for?

What's up, niggas don't seem to
Still crazy, let me make this clear
Fool, the Ice ain't it
And when I let loose lead, I'm accurate

Fat on a [unverified]
Sawed-off double and a pistol grip
on my lap at all times
I fill my gauge with nickels and dimes

Thompson spittin' .45 slugs
Mac-11, Python .357, snub-nose .38 or .380
Seventy Automatic, full jackets
points comin' atcha fast
You the slug before you hear the blast

I cramp style
a bullet and a smile

Muthafuckas frontin'
at niggas crazy and shit make a nigga break
Nigga don't want me to out
I like shootin' but I do shoot straight

I be rollin' with will shoot up a wake
Why you step in the sights of a nigga
Known trigger, the coroner delivers
More cold bodies to the morgue each

One minute you bleed, the next you're leakin'
to listen close 'cause this ain't no boast
And forget that I leave you wet
Bloody, sticky, holes in your
Oh a pity, lookin' all shitty

My Winchester will get the of ya
grenades will fade all the rest of ya
I out and touch you with the parabellum
You got a crew, you better 'em