Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Glocks

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

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 kill 'em
To death, death
You be the first to feel the heat
To see how we got, we got

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

fucking with a couple of niggas that's 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 still a thug, nigga I smoke 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 we got to fuck up to prove that we do it
And keep on movin, guess who's up in the house?
Original Cleveland

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

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

I be the little nigga 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 ready to thug and go
Go pound for pound, 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 claim the fuck is mine
My nigga I'll take it grab a hater by the neck
Choke him out and try to it
your money, drop them keys

It's a jack move bitch and since you haters ain't got no
That's how we attack shit
Nigga we'll smack your in the middle of the Grammy
And the might ban me, nigga this 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 'em all?
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 your
Before it all spent up and you wanna get rid of
A hood bitch with game and every bitch said I'm a bitch
Fuckin' the wood grain

Everybody still playin' that hood game
when it's tired
My environment nothin' but niggas dieing
In them chemical fed injections in Texas

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

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

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

Our dawgs finna haul off 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
What the fuck you thought you saw with your in the sky?
Could it be a bird or maybe it's a plane for the untamed

Insane human only the Fifth
Fuck you thought motherfucker
For the fact the shit is a phat
remain number 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 ya, but it's these tactics that he daily practice
They gonna let you don't it?
Have it, up you sons of bastards
it, we sons of assassins

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

I call on my Archangel
Gonna my soul but go with the calico yo'
We the you know Mo, the Mighty
Yes trues humbly my family never divided

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

Everyday stormin' your way you lay low
So you might just when I buck guage
Can't you see my 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,
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 the heat
To see how we got, we got