Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Glocks [U-Neek's Remix]

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

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 'em all?
To death, death
You be the first to feel the heat
To see how we got, we got

I still be the thuggish ruggish
Dressed in all 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 just a name
It's the game and we done loosened up a couple
And shook a of screws loose 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 represent St. Clair wig shit, nigga what?
This is Bone Thugs

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

Niggas just send em messages
'Murda, mo murder murder'
Never forgot where we come
Watch how you move tongue

'Cause I got that's ready to jump off in your ass
And smash and crash, my niggas for combat
Leathaface at ya and on your ass I was a heat seeker
the reaper 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 heat, I sweep the street
I draw down, let me hear you say, "Fuck the law now"

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

I'm sure gonna 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, them keys

It's a jack move bitch and since you haters got no business
That's how we your shit
we'll smack your bitch in the middle of the Grammy
And the media might ban me, nigga this Mo Family is for real

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 'em all?
To death, death
You could be the first to the heat
To see how we got, we got

Pull it up, sit up, get up and count up money
Before it all gets spent up and you get rid of
A hood bitch with game and every said I'm a good bitch
with the wood grain

Everybody still that hood game quiet
Especially it's tired
My environment nothin' but niggas dieing
In them chemical fed in Jasper Texas

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

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

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

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

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

Insane human only the Dawg
Fuck you motherfucker fame
For the the shit is a phat game
remain number 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 I have to slay today?
Will I my guage? Oh God

How will I teach ya, but it's these tactics that he daily
They gonna let you have it?
Have it, up you sons of bastards
Blast it, we of assassins

it, collecting more cash
That's true, feeling that
Niggas all my babies get a million
Struggle with a villain, hit 'em with a blow

I on my mighty Archangel
Gonna surround my soul but go the calico yo'
We the tightest you Mo, the Mighty
Yes trues humbly united my family never

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

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

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