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 'em all?
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 first to the heat
To see how we got, we got

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

You're fucking with a couple of niggas 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 a couple of screws loose in my brain

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

Thinkin' I told you but we put it like that
And whoever we got to 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
Like 'Murda, mo murder
Never forgot we come from
Watch how you your tongue

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

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

Rawest niggas in the town ready to thug and go
Go pound for pound, nigga the motto
Let me see you them things and if it's real
Nigga it real show me your game

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

a jack move bitch and since you haters 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 kill 'em
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 feel the
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 game and every bitch said I'm a good bitch
Fuckin' with the wood

still playin' that hood game quiet
Especially when tired
My environment ain't nothin' but niggas
In them chemical fed injections in Texas

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

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

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

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

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

Insane human only the Fifth
Fuck you thought fame
For the the shit is a phat game
Going remain 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 will I have to today?
Will I my guage? Oh God

How I teach ya, but it's these tactics 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
Niggas said all my get a million
Struggle with a villain, hit 'em a venomous blow

I call on my mighty
surround my soul but go with the calico yo'
We the tightest you know Mo, the
Yes trues humbly united my 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 motherfucking
These niggas can't fuck the fifth dawg finna parlay

Everyday stormin' your way you lay low
So you might just duck I buck 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 'em all?
To death, death,
Fuck with the with the guns
And you get shot, get shot

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