Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Smoke

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Gun smoke, when you hear me it back and me gun go
Booyakaa booyakaa, leave you on the floor, yeah
Buck, buck, shots, come, come now what you mean?
Pussy mad and blood

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

Poof, nobody the ghost
When it's gun smoke on the track, you Yung Ro wrote this
Yeah, forever Color Changin' Click homie 'cuz I the type
To switch homie some the real niggaz never phonies

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

Peek-a-boo, there's gun
how my gun go
Shots out to Po-Yo
On the block like Rasaq on the for dough

And fly, cocky, ignorant dude
You don't see me in a ignorant mood
trust me dog, sit and be cool
And we could see how fast your pivot

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, I'm the man the chief, how I handle weak
Ass niggaz who thinkin' that they have my streets
I'm wavin' my at a random sweep
that want it, can get a can of beef

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

Real niggaz be sayin' type of man is he
Is the nigga a Nigga let me see
I the nigga a lesser man then me
If he said to instead of me

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

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

And some pretend to be,
But they fakin' the feeling
You know he fake and you it with him
And the nigga be thinkin' his is hittin'

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

yeah, I'm makin' a livin'
You fakin' a
And I don't a damn who's house you in
I bring the roof down like it's weights in the

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