Luyện nghe bài hát Cramp Your Style

I cramp style
With a bullet and a

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

A well wild street vet
into the kill zone, baby, it's on
I pack the twin nine mills lift your dome
Chrome pump with double eyed and such
A fully-auto Mac-dime that is to touch

Ya, bust you the Desert Eagle
Street legal, move against my
And the Ice evil
Hit you with the .44 &Wesson

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

Brain fragments on the street
Another nigga fronts hard, nigga deceased
I got a H.K., A.K. and a
A 12 street sweeper with the circular clip
to let projectiles fly, you die
And your fat moms cry, bull's eye

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

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

Fat on a [unverified]
Sawed-off double barrel and a grip
Pump on my lap at all
I fill my gauge shells with nickels and

Thompson Center .45 slugs
Black Mac-11, Python .357, .38 or .380
Seventy Automatic, full metal
Hollow points atcha fast
You feel the slug before you hear the

I cramp style
With a and a smile

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

Niggas I be with will shoot up a wake
Why you wanna step in the of a nigga
hair trigger, the coroner delivers
More cold bodies to the each weekend

One minute you bleed, the next you're leakin'
Best to listen close this ain't no boast
And never forget I leave you wet
Bloody, sticky, holes in your
Oh what a pity, lookin' all

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