Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Glocks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

just send em subliminal messages
Like 'Murda, mo murder
Never forgot we come from
how you move your 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 smoothest little you can meet me
But nigga you with me then I'm a fuck with you
you to this heat, I sweep the street
When I draw down, let me you say, "Fuck the law now"

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

I'm sure gonna what the fuck is mine
My nigga I'll it grab a player hater by the neck
Choke him out and try to it
your money, drop them keys

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

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

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

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

Everybody still playin' that hood game
Especially it's tired
My environment ain't nothin' but niggas
In them chemical fed injections in Texas

Split up these off in different sections
Don't hate my message, led to mimic
Chastity for my wad up a niggas Sherm
And come to the sermon

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

A nigga not insane, niggas still me
Bone, somehow turn up
Run up and get sign
Run blindly, through time nowhere to hide

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

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

Insane human only the Dawg
Fuck you motherfucker fame
For the fact the shit is a game
remain number one in the Land

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

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

Match it, more cash
That's true, you're feeling
Niggas all my babies get a million
Struggle with a villain, hit 'em a venomous blow

I call on my mighty
Gonna surround my but go with the calico yo'
We the you know Mo, the Mighty
Yes trues humbly united my family never

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

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

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

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