Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Glocks

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

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 '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
run with a pump in my car and fuck who you are

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

Besides that, ain't nothin'
Look at me now I'm a thug, nigga I still smoke bud
You know I still represent St. Clair wig split shit, what?
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, who's back up in the house?
Original Cleveland

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

'Cause I got that's ready to jump off in your ass
And smash and crash, protect my for combat
Leathaface at ya and on ass like 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 then I'm a fuck you
Introduce you to this heat, I sweep the
When I draw down, let me you say, "Fuck the law now"

Rawest 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 show me your game

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

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

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em
To death, death,
Fuck with the niggas 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 feel the
To see how we got, we got

it up, sit up, get up and count up your money
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

still playin' that hood game quiet
Especially when it's
My environment nothin' but niggas dieing
In them fed injections in Jasper Texas

up these niggas off in different sections
Don't my message, destiny led to mimic
Chastity for my wad up a niggas Sherm
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 nigga not insane, niggas still me
Bone, somehow they up
Run up and get sign
Run blindly, through time nowhere to hide

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

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

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

Flesh, strangle the gang, 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 teach ya, but it's tactics that he daily practice
They let you don't have it?
Have it, runnin up you of bastards
Blast it, we of assassins

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

I call on my Archangel
surround my soul but go with the calico yo'
We the tightest you know Mo, the
Yes trues humbly united my family never

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

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

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you 'em all?
To death, death,
Fuck with the niggas 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