Luyện nghe bài hát Cramp Your Style

I your style
a bullet and a smile

Ugh, on the D-l casin' me out
Truckin' my jewels, for the tools
When they come they gots to correct
Because they I catch wreck

A well known wild vet
Step into the kill zone, baby, on
I pack the twin mills that'll lift your dome
Chrome pump with eyed slots and such
A fully-auto Mac-dime is sure to touch

Ya, bust you with the Desert
legal, move against my people
And the Ice gets
Hit you with the .44 &Wesson

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

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

I cramp style
a bullet and a smile
What you all the guns is for?

What's up, niggas don't seem to
Still lookin' crazy, let me this clear
Fool, the Ice havin' it
And when I let lead, believe I'm accurate

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

Thompson Center spittin' .45
Mac-11, Python .357, snub-nose .38 or .380
Seventy Automatic, metal jackets
Hollow comin' atcha fast
You feel the slug you hear the blast

I cramp style
With a and a smile

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

Niggas I be rollin' with shoot up a wake
Why you wanna in the sights of a nigga
hair trigger, the coroner delivers
More cold to the morgue each weekend

One minute you bleed, the minute you're leakin'
to listen 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
grenades will fade all the rest of ya
I reach out and touch you the parabellum
You got a crew, you tell 'em