Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Glocks

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

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em
To death, death,
with 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 ruggish nigga
Dressed in all khakis, fatigues, and boots
Still don't give a fuck 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 and we done loosened up a couple strings
And shook a couple of loose in my brain

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

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
Like 'Murda, mo murder'
Never forgot where we come
Watch how you move tongue

'Cause I got niggas ready to jump off in your ass
And smash and crash, protect my niggas for
Leathaface at ya and on 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 then I'm a with you
Introduce you to heat, I sweep the street
When I down, let me hear you say, "Fuck the law now"

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

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

It's a jack move bitch and since you haters ain't got no
That's how we your shit
Nigga we'll smack your bitch in the of the Grammy
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 niggas with the
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

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

Everybody still that hood game quiet
Especially it's tired
My environment ain't but niggas dieing
In them chemical fed in Jasper Texas

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

in my Suburban, lick it up with the bottle
But everybody I got some problems
Had dreams of the
The fiends had in me, suckas wouldn't run

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

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

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

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

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

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

Match it, more cash
That's true, you're that
Niggas said all my get a million
Struggle with a villain, hit 'em 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 humbly united my family never divided

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

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

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