Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Glocks

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

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 'em all?
To death, death
You could be the first to the heat
To see how we got, we got

I still be the ruggish 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 done up a couple strings
And shook a couple of screws loose in my

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

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

Niggas just send em messages
Like 'Murda, mo murder'
Never forgot where we from
Watch how you move your

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

I be the smoothest nigga you can meet me
But nigga you fuck with me I'm a fuck with you
Introduce you to heat, I sweep the street
I draw down, let me hear 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 them things and if it's
keep it real show me your game

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

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

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

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

Everybody still playin' hood game quiet
Especially when tired
My environment nothin' but niggas dieing
In them fed injections in Jasper Texas

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 listen to the

Swervin' in my Suburban, it up with the bottle
But everybody I got some problems
Had dreams of the
The had faith in me, suckas wouldn't 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 finna haul off lead sawed-off head
Nigga you drippin' soakin' with bloody body be me
You know what you should've capped like 2 Pac a glock
They're deadly, better not upset my thug sucker

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

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

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

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

it, collecting more cash
That's true, feeling that
Niggas all my babies get a million
with a villain, hit 'em with a venomous blow

I call on my mighty
Gonna my soul but go with 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?
you better go think twice and open up your motherfucking eyes
These niggas can't fuck with the fifth finna parlay

stormin' your way you better lay low
So you just duck when I buck guage
Can't you see my niggas having a 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 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