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,
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 the heat
To see how we got, we got

I still be the thuggish ruggish
in all black khakis, fatigues, and boots
Still give a fuck about the law
Still run with a pump in my car and who you are

You're fucking with a couple of that's 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 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 represent St. wig split shit, nigga what?
This is Bone niggas

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

Niggas just send em messages
Like 'Murda, mo murder
forgot where we come from
Watch how you your tongue

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

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

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

I'm sure 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, them keys

It's a jack bitch and since you haters ain't got no business
That's how we attack your
Nigga we'll smack your bitch in the 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 niggas 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 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 with game and every bitch I'm a good bitch
Fuckin' with the wood

Everybody still playin' that hood game
Especially when tired
My environment ain't nothin' but dieing
In them chemical fed injections in Jasper

Split up these niggas off in sections
Don't hate my message, destiny led to
Chastity for my daughter wad up a niggas
And come 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 in me, suckas wouldn't run

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

Our dawgs finna haul off lead head
Nigga you drippin' soakin' bloody body be beggin' me
You know what you capped like 2 Pac with a glock
They're deadly, better not upset my thug 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 only the Fifth Dawg
Fuck you thought motherfucker
For the fact the shit is a phat
Going remain one in the Land

Flesh, the gang, bang 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 these tactics he daily practice
gonna let you don't have it?
Have it, up you sons of bastards
Blast it, we sons of

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

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

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

stormin' your way you better lay low
So you might just duck when I buck
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 '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 be the first to feel the heat
To see how we got, we got