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 kill 'em
To death, death,
Fuck the niggas with 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

I still be the thuggish nigga
Dressed in all khakis, fatigues, and boots
Still don't give a fuck the law
run with 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 just a
It's the game and we loosened up a couple strings
And shook a couple of screws loose in my

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

Thinkin' I told you but we put it 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 subliminal
'Murda, mo murder murder'
Never forgot where we from
Watch how you your tongue

'Cause I got that's ready to jump off in your ass
And smash and crash, protect my for combat
Leathaface at ya and on your ass like I was a seeker
Quickly the reaper peep you, 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 this heat, I the street
When I down, let me hear you say, "Fuck the law now"

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

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

It's a jack move bitch and you haters ain't got no business
That's how we attack your
Nigga smack your bitch in the middle of the Grammy
And the media might ban me, nigga Mo Thug 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 get shot, get shot

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

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

still playin' that hood game quiet
Especially when tired
My environment ain't nothin' but niggas
In them chemical fed in Jasper Texas

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

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 nigga not insane, niggas still me
Bone, somehow turn up
Run up and get your
Run blindly, elevate time nowhere to hide

Our dawgs finna haul off lead sawed-off
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 my thug mentality sucker

You know you done fucked up, you niggas?
Runnin' up blastin' gas
What the fuck you thought you saw with your head in the
Could it be a bird or maybe it's a plane for the untamed

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

Flesh, strangle the gang, bang bang,
I dropped five in the name of the Lord I say
Now how many will I have 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, runnin up you of bastards
Blast it, we of assassins

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

I call on my mighty
Gonna my soul but go with the calico yo'
We the tightest you Mo, the Mighty
Yes humbly united my family never divided

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

stormin' your way you better lay low
So you might duck when I buck 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 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