Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Glocks

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

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 to feel the heat
To see how we got, we got

I be the thuggish ruggish nigga
Dressed in all black khakis, fatigues, and
Still give 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 loco, crazy as hell, it ain't just a name
the game and we done loosened up a couple strings
And shook a couple of screws in my brain

Besides that, ain't changed
Look at me now I'm still a thug, I still smoke bud
You know I represent St. Clair wig split shit, nigga what?
is Bone Thugs 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?
Cleveland Criminals

Niggas send em subliminal messages
'Murda, mo murder murder'
Never forgot where we 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 little nigga you can meet me
But you fuck 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"

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

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

It's a jack bitch and since you haters 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 Family is for

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 could be the first to feel the
To see how we got, we got

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

Everybody still playin' that hood game
when it's tired
My environment ain't nothin' but dieing
In them chemical fed injections in Jasper

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

Swervin' in my Suburban, it up with the bottle
But everybody I got some problems
Had dreams of the
The fiends had faith in me, wouldn't run

A nigga not insane, niggas with me
Bone, somehow they up
Run up and get your
Run blindly, through time nowhere to hide

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

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

Insane only the Fifth Dawg
Fuck you thought motherfucker
For the the shit is a phat 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 I have to slay today?
Will I raise my Oh God

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

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

I call on my Archangel
surround my soul but go with the calico yo'
We the you know Mo, the Mighty
Yes trues united my family never divided

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

Everyday stormin' way you better lay low
So you might just duck when I guage
you see my niggas having a ball all day
Since we having a ball all day, motherfuckers hate

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