Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Glocks

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

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

I still be the thuggish nigga
in all black 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 couple of that's really insane
I'm talking loco, crazy as hell, it just 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 changed
Look at me now I'm still a thug, nigga I still bud
You know I still St. Clair wig split shit, nigga what?
is Bone 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 on movin, guess who's back up in the house?
Original Cleveland

Niggas send em subliminal messages
Like 'Murda, mo murder
Never where we come from
Watch how you your tongue

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

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

Rawest niggas in the 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 claim what the fuck is
My nigga I'll take it grab a player by the neck
Choke him out and try to it
Gimme your money, drop keys

It's a move bitch and since you haters ain't got no business
how we attack your shit
Nigga we'll smack bitch in the middle of the Grammy
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 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

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

Everybody still that hood game quiet
Especially when it's
My environment nothin' but niggas dieing
In them chemical fed in Jasper Texas

Split up niggas off in different sections
hate my message, destiny led to mimic
Chastity for my daughter wad up a Sherm
And listen to the sermon

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

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

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, not upset my thug mentality sucker

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

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

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

How will I ya, but it's these tactics that he daily practice
They gonna let you have it?
Have it, runnin up you of bastards
Blast it, we sons of

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

I on my mighty Archangel
Gonna surround my soul but go with the yo'
We the tightest you know Mo, the
Yes trues united my family never divided

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

Everyday your way you better lay low
So you might just duck when I buck
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 'em all?
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 to feel the heat
To see how we got, we got