Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Glocks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm sure gonna claim what the fuck is
My nigga I'll take it grab a player by the neck
him out and try to break it
Gimme your money, drop 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 of the Grammy
And the media might ban me, nigga this Mo Thug is for real

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 be the first 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 spent up and you wanna get rid of
A hood bitch with and every bitch said I'm a good bitch
with the wood grain

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

up these niggas off in different sections
Don't hate my message, destiny led to
for my daughter wad up a niggas Sherm
And listen 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 in me, suckas wouldn't run

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

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

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

Insane human the Fifth Dawg
Fuck you thought fame
For the the shit is a phat game
Going remain number one in the

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 my guage? Oh God

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

Match it, more cash
true, you're feeling that
Niggas said all my babies get a
with a villain, hit 'em with a venomous blow

I call on my mighty
Gonna surround my soul but go the calico yo'
We the tightest you know Mo, the
Yes trues humbly united my never divided

Desperado, Thug Line, Mo Thug, Millennium, Sign
For the FBI you wanna come my enterprise?
Bitch you better go think twice and open up motherfucking eyes
These niggas fuck with the fifth dawg finna parlay

stormin' your way you better lay low
So you might just when I buck guage
Can't you see my 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,
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 could be the to feel the heat
To see how we got, we got