Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Glocks

Give it to 'em, your 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 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

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

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

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

Niggas just send em subliminal
'Murda, mo murder murder'
Never forgot where we come
Watch how you move your

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

I be the smoothest little you can meet me
But nigga you with me then 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"

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

It's a jack move bitch and since you haters 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 this Mo Thug is for real

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 be the first to feel the heat
To see how we got, we got

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

Everybody still playin' that game quiet
Especially when it's
My environment nothin' but niggas dieing
In them chemical fed injections in 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 come to the sermon

Swervin' in my Suburban, 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 with me
Bone, somehow they up
Run up and get sign
Run blindly, elevate through time to hide

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

You know you done fucked up, don't you
up blastin' gas craters
What the fuck you thought you saw your head in the sky?
Could it be a bird or maybe it's a plane for the untamed

Insane human the Fifth Dawg
you thought motherfucker fame
For the the shit is a phat game
remain 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 I have to slay 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 of bastards
it, we sons of assassins

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

I call on my Archangel
Gonna surround my but go with the calico yo'
We the tightest you Mo, the Mighty
Yes trues humbly united my never divided

Desperado, Thug Line, Mo Thug, Millennium, 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 finna parlay

stormin' your way you better lay low
So you might just duck when I guage
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 with the niggas with the
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