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,
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

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

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

Besides that, nothin' changed
Look at me now I'm still a thug, nigga I still bud
You know I still represent St. Clair wig split shit, nigga
This is Bone niggas

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

just send em subliminal messages
Like 'Murda, mo murder'
Never forgot we come 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
Leathaface at ya and on your ass I was a heat seeker
Quickly the reaper you, sweep you off your feet in Cleveland

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

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

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

It's a jack move bitch and since you haters ain't got no
That's how we attack your
Nigga we'll smack 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 'em all?
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 up your money
Before it all gets spent up and you get rid of
A hood bitch 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 ain't nothin' but niggas dieing
In chemical fed injections in Jasper Texas

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

in my Suburban, lick it up with the bottle
But everybody know I got 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, elevate through time nowhere to

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

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

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

Flesh, the gang, bang bang, bang
I dropped five guards in the name of the 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 tactics that he daily practice
gonna let you don't have it?
Have it, runnin up you sons of
Blast it, we of assassins

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

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

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

Everyday stormin' your way you lay low
So you might just duck I buck guage
Can't you see my having a ball all day
Since we having a ball all day, player hate

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you 'em all?
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