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

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

You're fucking 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 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, I still smoke bud
You know I still St. Clair wig split shit, nigga what?
is Bone Thugs niggas

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

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

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

I be the smoothest little nigga you can 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 the motto
Let me see you throw them things and if it's
Nigga keep it real show me game

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

It's a jack move bitch and since you ain't got no business
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 Thug Family is for

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you 'em all?
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 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
Before it all spent up and you wanna get rid of
A hood bitch game and every bitch said I'm a good bitch
with the wood grain

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

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

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

A not insane, niggas still with me
Bone, somehow turn up
Run up and get your
Run blindly, elevate through time to hide

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

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

Insane human only the Dawg
Fuck you motherfucker fame
For the fact the shit is a phat
Going remain one in the Land

Flesh, the gang, bang bang, bang
I dropped five guards in the 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 tactics that he daily practice
They let you don't have it?
Have it, up you sons of bastards
Blast it, we of assassins

Match it, collecting cash
true, you're feeling that
Niggas all my babies 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 you know Mo, the Mighty
Yes trues humbly united my family 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 motherfucking eyes
These niggas can't fuck the fifth dawg finna parlay

Everyday stormin' way you better lay low
So you just duck when I buck guage
you see my niggas having a ball all day
Since we having a ball all day, motherfuckers player

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