Luyện nghe bài hát Cramp Your Style

I cramp your
With a bullet and a

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

A well known street vet
into the kill zone, baby, it's on
I pack the twin mills that'll lift your dome
Chrome with double eyed slots and such
A Mac-dime that is sure to touch

Ya, bust you with the Eagle
legal, move against my people
And the Ice evil
Hit you with the .44 Smith

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

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

I cramp your
With a bullet and a
What you think all the guns is

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

Fat scope on a
Sawed-off double barrel and a pistol
Pump on my lap at all
I fill my shells with nickels and dimes

Thompson Center spittin' .45
Black Mac-11, Python .357, .38 or .380
Seventy Automatic, full jackets
Hollow points comin' fast
You feel the slug before you hear the

I your style
With a bullet and a

frontin' hard
Lookin' at niggas crazy and shit make a break
Nigga don't want me to out
I don't like shootin' but I do straight

Niggas I be rollin' with will up a wake
Why you step in the sights 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 close 'cause this ain't no boast
And forget that I leave you wet
Bloody, sticky, holes in dickey's
Oh a pity, lookin' all shitty

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