Luyện nghe bài hát Gun Smoke

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

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

Poof, nobody the bitch
When it's gun smoke on the track, you know Yung Ro this
Yeah, forever Color Changin' homie 'cuz I ain't the type
To switch homie some the real niggaz pick phonies

To roll with me, I 1 deep
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, gun smoke
how my gun go
Shots out to that
On the block like Rasaq on the mash for

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

Bitch, how I plex, execute em'
With a red-beam, not even Neo, can't what I'm shootin'
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 tongue and I'm tired of it's taste
Hey, that's not for you son, let me give you the son
You not the truth son, we the realest reppin'

Color Changin' Click, we hot, playin' mayne
back I'm sprayin' man, I'm, I'm just sayin' mayne
What I gotta do to help you 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 mayne, sleep later and hoes get nothin'
No love, no patience, no cash, no love, just

In face screamin' get money nigga because I'm true to it
And it's nothin' let you tell it, it's you new to it
And I'ma keep you bitch niggaz mad at me
Say Koopa, fuck rap, niggaz fuck with my mentality

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who the hell is makin' this
Feel like he to slander me
Like he ain't gon' have to be
Dealin' the, uh Majesty

Chamillionaire yeah, I'm a livin'
You a livin'
And I don't give a damn who's you in
I bring the roof down like weights in the ceiling

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