Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Glocks

Give it to 'em, bring gun
Give it to 'em, bring gun

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em
To death, death,
Fuck with the niggas with the
And you get shot, get shot

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you 'em all?
To death, death
You could be the to feel the heat
To see how we got, we got

I still be the thuggish ruggish
Dressed in all black khakis, fatigues, and
Still don't a fuck about the law
Still run a pump in my car and fuck who you are

You're fucking with a couple of that's really insane
I'm talking loco, as hell, it ain't just a name
It's the game and we done loosened up a couple
And shook a couple of loose in my brain

Besides that, ain't nothin'
Look at me now I'm still a thug, I still smoke bud
You know I still represent St. wig split shit, nigga what?
This is Thugs niggas

Thinkin' I you but we put it down like that
And whoever we got to fuck up to prove we do it
And keep on movin, guess who's back up in the
Cleveland Criminals

Niggas just send em subliminal
'Murda, mo murder murder'
Never forgot we come from
Watch how you move tongue

'Cause I got niggas that's ready to jump off in ass
And smash and crash, protect my niggas for
Leathaface at ya and on your ass like I was a seeker
the reaper peep you, sweep you off your feet in Cleveland

I be the little nigga you can meet me
But nigga you fuck with me then I'm a fuck you
Introduce you to this heat, I sweep the
I draw down, let me hear you say, "Fuck the law now"

Rawest niggas in the ready to thug and go down
Go pound for pound, that's the motto
Let me see you throw them things and if it's
Nigga keep it real me your game

I'm sure gonna claim what the fuck is
My nigga I'll take it a player hater by the neck
him out and try to break it
Gimme your money, drop keys

It's a jack move bitch and since you ain't got no business
That's how we your shit
Nigga we'll smack your bitch in the middle of the
And the media might ban me, nigga this Mo Thug is for real

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you 'em all?
To death, death,
Fuck with the niggas the guns
And you might get shot, get

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you 'em all?
To death, death
You could be the to feel the heat
To see how we got, we got

Pull it up, sit up, get up and up your money
Before it all gets up and you wanna get rid of
A hood bitch with game and every bitch said I'm a bitch
with the wood grain

Everybody still playin' that hood quiet
Especially it's tired
My ain't nothin' but niggas dieing
In chemical fed injections in Jasper Texas

Split up niggas off in different sections
Don't my message, destiny led to mimic
Chastity for my daughter wad up a niggas
And come listen to the

in my Suburban, lick it up with the bottle
But everybody know I got problems
Had dreams of the
The fiends had faith in me, suckas run

A not insane, niggas still with me
Bone, they turn up
Run up and get sign
Run blindly, elevate through time nowhere to

Our finna haul off lead sawed-off head
Nigga you drippin' soakin' with body be beggin' me
You know what you should've capped 2 Pac with a glock
They're deadly, better not upset my thug mentality

You know you done up, don't you niggas?
up blastin' gas craters
What the fuck you thought you saw with your in the sky?
Could it be a bird or maybe it's even a for the untamed

Insane human only the Fifth
Fuck you thought fame
For the fact the is a phat game
remain number one in the Land

Flesh, strangle the gang, bang, bang
I dropped guards in the name of the Lord I say
Now how many times will I to slay today?
Will I raise my Oh God

How will I teach ya, but it's these tactics that he practice
They gonna let you don't it?
it, runnin up you sons of bastards
Blast it, we of assassins

Match it, collecting cash
That's true, feeling that
said all my babies get a million
Struggle with a villain, hit 'em with a venomous

I on my mighty Archangel
Gonna surround my soul but go the calico yo'
We the tightest you Mo, the Mighty
Yes trues united my family never divided

Desperado, Thug Line, Mo Thug, Millennium, Sign
For the FBI you come test my enterprise?
Bitch you better go think twice and open up your motherfucking
These niggas can't fuck the fifth dawg finna parlay

Everyday stormin' your way you lay low
So you might duck when I buck guage
Can't you see my having a ball all day
Since we a ball all day, motherfuckers player hate

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em
To death, death,
Fuck with the niggas with the
And you might get shot, get

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you 'em all?
To death, death
You be the first to feel the heat
To see how we got, we got