Luyện nghe bài hát Gunsmoke

Come on, go
Put under your belt

the gunsmoke
Smell the

I be having homicide running my mind
Don't know up with me
Shit fuck with me all the
Eating at my spine, in my prime

How you get yours?
you're too busy getting mine
Now look is this murderous coming through
If you think it's Eroc the subliminal is working on you

thirty million of us buried in the fucking sludge
'Can't come straight fudge, I got a bloody grudge
Dead bodies lying all me
But the real murderers ain't got no bounty

Count it as we sitting as statistics
With this ass if you think
Blast is coming from my district
There's something that I you should know
It's the motherfucking Coup, we the Eastside O

Peep my creep by slow
See all my folks is
Survival for the and the low
Get a whiff of my

Smell the
Smell the

I'm getting white hairs from the nightmares
somebody's got a contract on my life
I'm in a gang in an all out war
They drop me in they knife my umbilical cord

So it with a slap on the ass
Now you in, in the class, Trick
You here so fast we already made your
While it's got one buck so the phrase gets hella tide
Can't take the only getting fried

Skeletons down in the ocean
them slave ships had that three stop motion
Coasting fulton on the Mississippi river
crosses and motherfuckas saying die nigga, die nigga

It all when we start producing scratch
of my homies got no legs attached
Without no up in the fridge you ain't go never have peace
Cos with a you can finger fuck without no grease

Smell the
the gunsmoke
Off to the war
Off to the war

I say fuck the whole and the jury
My mind got delirious, my eyes got
Had my uncle to the chair, hands oxtied
Breathing in gas, out carbon monoxide

Whole stacked like a loaded bowel
'Cos no billionaires on the murder trial
Make the ghetto concentration camps every
So march your ass the gas chambers single file

Who's the biggest problem they show on the TV?
My die of starvation and TB
See me with an angry face and a
my relationship with uncle Sam is steamy

It's what I've been through, I'm like
I got you got to get it put it in you
The ruling class was cut throat since we off the boat
Show 'em we no joke
Let choke off the gunsmoke

Smell the
Smell the