Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Glocks

Give it to 'em, bring gun
it to 'em, bring your 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 'em all?
To death, death
You could be the first to feel the
To see how we got, we got

I still be the ruggish nigga
Dressed in all khakis, fatigues, and boots
don't give a fuck about 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 just a name
the game and we done loosened up a couple strings
And a couple of screws loose 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, nigga
This is Bone Thugs

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

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

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

I be the smoothest nigga you can meet me
But nigga you fuck with me then I'm a fuck you
you to this heat, I sweep the street
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 things and if it's real
Nigga keep it show me your game

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

It's a jack bitch and since you haters ain't got no business
how we attack your shit
Nigga we'll smack your bitch in the of the Grammy
And the media might ban me, this Mo Thug Family is for real

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you 'em all?
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 could be the first to feel the
To see how we got, we got

it up, sit up, get up and count up your money
Before it all gets 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 playin' that hood game quiet
Especially it's tired
My environment nothin' but niggas dieing
In chemical fed injections in Jasper Texas

Split up niggas off in different sections
Don't hate my message, destiny led to
for my daughter wad up a niggas Sherm
And listen to the sermon

Swervin' in my Suburban, it up with the bottle
But everybody know I got some
Had dreams of the
The fiends had faith in me, suckas run

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

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

You know you done 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 bird or maybe it's even a for the untamed

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

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 tactics he daily practice
gonna let you don't have it?
Have it, runnin up you sons of
Blast it, we of assassins

Match it, collecting cash
That's true, you're feeling
said all my babies get a million
Struggle 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 know Mo, the
Yes humbly united my family never 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 your eyes
These can't fuck with the fifth dawg finna parlay

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