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 '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 to feel the heat
To see how we got, we got

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

You're fucking with a couple of niggas that's really
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. Clair wig split shit, what?
This is Bone Thugs

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, guess who's back up in the
Cleveland Criminals

Niggas just send em subliminal
'Murda, mo murder murder'
Never forgot where we 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 peep you, sweep you off your in Cleveland

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

niggas in the town ready 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 me your game

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

a jack move bitch and since you haters ain't got no business
That's how we attack shit
Nigga we'll smack your in the middle 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 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 up and you wanna get rid of
A hood bitch with game and every bitch said I'm a good
Fuckin' with the grain

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

up these niggas off in different sections
Don't my message, destiny led to mimic
Chastity for my daughter wad up a niggas
And listen to the sermon

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

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

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

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

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

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

How will I teach ya, but it's these that he daily practice
They let you don't have it?
Have it, runnin up you sons of
it, we sons of assassins

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

I call on my mighty
Gonna surround my soul but go 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 wanna test my enterprise?
Bitch you go think twice and open up your motherfucking eyes
These can't fuck with the fifth dawg finna parlay

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

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em
To death, death,
Fuck the niggas with the guns
And you get shot, get shot

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