Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Smoke

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Gun smoke, you hear me cockin' it back and me gun go
booyakaa, leave you layin' on the floor, yeah
Buck, buck, buck shots, come, come now you mean?
Pussy mad and clots

Gun smoke, you hear me cockin' it back and me gun go
Booyakaa booyakaa, you layin' on the floor, yeah
Buck, buck, buck shots, come, come now what you
Pussy mad and blood clots, gun

Poof, the ghost bitch
When it's gun smoke on the track, you know Ro wrote this
Yeah, forever Color Changin' Click homie 'cuz I ain't the
To switch homie some the real never pick phonies

To roll with me, I ride 1
Solo with a next to me
So many brothers plex with me
And I'ma show em' all who's to see

Peek-a-boo, gun smoke
how my gun go
Shots out to Po-Yo
On the block like Rasaq on the mash for

And I'ma fly, cocky, dude
You don't wanna see me in a ignorant
Just me dog, sit and be cool
And we could see how fast pivot move

Bitch, how I plex, execute em'
With a red-beam, not even Neo, can't dodge what I'm
So if you hatin', you be expectin' some fire
nobody, the ghost and the Mixtape Messiah

So you sayin' slick, say it to my face
It's on the tip of my tongue and I'm gettin' tired of taste
Hey, that's not for you son, let me you the truth son
You not the son, we the realest reppin' Houston

Color Changin' Click, we hot, ain't playin'
Cockin' I'm sprayin' man, I'm, I'm just sayin' mayne
What I gotta do to help you understand
Love Ro, if not for rap for he is as a man

I'ma inspiration in the for niggaz that struggle
Quit complainin', sad songs get up and hustle
Get ya money mayne, later and hoes get nothin'
No love, no patience, no cash, no love, just

In they face screamin' get nigga because I'm true to it
And it's let you tell it, it's somethin' you new to it
And I'ma keep you bitch niggaz mad at me
Say Koopa, fuck rap, niggaz can't with my mentality

Yeah,
Yeah, yeah, nobody, the man
Sho', uh, uh,
Koopa, it's that Mixtape, M-m-mixtape, M-m-mixtape Messiah

Yeah, I'm the man the chief, look how I handle
Ass niggaz who thinkin' that they could my streets
I'm wavin' my weaponary at a random
Anybody that want it, can get a can of

Why you kissin' and tellin' my lil freak?
She kissin' and tellin' me how the it sleep
If someone else it's playin', it's weak
It's a who gonna go handle it, it's me

Real niggaz be sayin' what of man is he
Is the nigga a fraud? let me see
I know the a lesser man then me
If he said to instead of me

You some noise, it don't jam to me
So the game is currently depend on me
I'm the that gave you a 50 jammin' street
If I on the nigga, I'ma fantal beef

Give a damn if I loose a couple a week
'Cuz niggaz that's real is gonna with me
Give a damn if I loose a couple a week
'Cuz I ride to the end and it'll end me

And pretend to be, friends
But they just fakin' the
You know he and you fakin' it with him
And the nigga be thinkin' his fakin' is

Who the hell is makin' this
Feel like he to slander me
Like he ain't never gon' to be
Dealin' with the, uh

Chamillionaire yeah, I'm a livin'
You fakin' a
And I give a damn who's house you in
I bring the roof down like it's weights in the

Yeah, man
Respect the
the game
Respect already, get him