Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Clap Music

* corrections to the typist

Walkin down the street with my, glock in my
No safety, you know it and our don't jam
one in the hand and no need for cockin

When start the poppin them shells get to droppin

2X]

Fuck rap music, this is gun clap
Fuck rap music, this is gun music
rap music, this is gun clap music

Load it up, it back and blast to it

Starr]
Yo, who shot too late to try to operate
Hard escape New York State
It's on killa, fuck all the niggaz hate
I can ya shook when ya walk through the gate
Your heartbeat break a Kay Slay tape
Bust guns to this, raisin the crime
Niggaz better blast when time to shoot
on the roof tryna blast at you
See me in the six coupe, twins
Skiddin, scene left, God ridden
New guns, old guns, need to those

I burn, baby, burn like sniffin

low, reload and stay low
I more caps than the 40 oco
Bitches know, could tell by the look on the face
The way they play it in the club, it ain't

A'yo I'm still not a hater but the heat'll ya
Say hello to the bad guy, meet creator
gone, locked down streets in blocks down east
Hopped out jeeps, out teeth and chopped down beef
the boxpound heat, it's your option to die

Poppin the nine at ten, guns in the sky
up in the Stuy, peace to every ghetto
Up in the x-sincos with my from Queens wit heavy metal
raps through the PJ's, ki's and trees, now we payin DA's
Gettin paid three ways
Who wanna die?It cost you a dollar
Get your boys to follow of course you gonna holla
Money I'm sick, keep clips in them rugers
And spit, you couldn't measure my with six rulers
up killer, I'm all about gettin loot
And when I cock back duke I'm givin tattoo

[Sticky
Some say the bigger the gun, the damage it do
I say the the pistol, the better it shoot

I give a holla to my in warfare
Sticky don't care, if don't nobody care
And um, I'm quick to reach for the glock
So if you run up in my spot motherfuckers get
In streets niggaz drivin fives gettin set up
Forgive but don't your benz'll get wet up
come around frontin, don't believe 'em

You ain't no you be layin there bleedin
nigga you know me

Don't me blast you up and snatch your ass out the b
And bitch niggaz don't back
They like ladies, they take their ice to the casket
And since we all from the hood
Got our name from the hood and our game the hood
I think time to kill for our good, time to heal our hood
Be to our hood

And if we don't we'll have a race of
That'll 380's to school and get crazy
And to my sons make ones
cracks on the blocks, watch out when the jake comes

And to my thugs get up, I know you fed up niggaz
But keep ya up