Luyện nghe bài hát Cramp Your Style

I your style
With a bullet and a

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

A well known street vet
Step the kill zone, baby, it's on
I pack the twin nine mills that'll lift dome
pump with double eyed slots and such
A fully-auto that is sure to touch

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

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

Brain on the street released
Another nigga fronts hard, another nigga
I got a H.K., A.K. and a
A 12 street sweeper with the circular clip
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 is for?

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

Fat on a [unverified]
Sawed-off double barrel and a pistol
on my lap at all times
I fill my shells with nickels and dimes

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

I cramp style
a bullet and a smile

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

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

One minute you bleed, the minute you're leakin'
Best to listen close 'cause this no boast
And never forget that I you wet
Bloody, sticky, holes in dickey's
Oh what a pity, lookin' all

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