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

You're fucking with a couple of niggas that's really
I'm talking loco, crazy as hell, it ain't a name
the game and we done loosened up a couple strings
And shook a couple of 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 split shit, nigga
This is Thugs niggas

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

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

I got niggas that's ready 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 reaper peep you, sweep you off feet in Cleveland

I be the little 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 that's the
Let me see you throw them things and if it's
Nigga keep it real me your game

I'm gonna claim what the fuck is mine
My nigga take it grab a player 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 got no business
how we attack your shit
Nigga we'll smack bitch in the middle of the Grammy
And the might ban me, nigga this Mo Thug Family is for real

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em
To death, death,
Fuck with the 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 count up your
it all gets spent up and you wanna get rid of
A hood bitch with game and every bitch said I'm a good
Fuckin' the wood grain

Everybody still playin' that hood game
when it's tired
My environment ain't nothin' but dieing
In them 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 come listen to the

Swervin' in my Suburban, lick it up with the
But everybody know I got some
Had of the Apollo
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, through time nowhere to hide

Our finna haul off lead sawed-off head
Nigga you soakin' with bloody body be beggin' me
You know what you should've capped like 2 Pac with a
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 your head in the sky?
Could it be a or maybe it's even a plane for the untamed

Insane human only the Fifth
Fuck you motherfucker 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 to slay today?
I raise my guage? 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 sons of
Blast it, we sons of

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

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

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

stormin' your way you better lay low
So you might just duck I buck guage
you see my niggas having 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 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