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 kill 'em
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

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

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

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

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

Niggas send em subliminal messages
'Murda, mo murder murder'
Never forgot we come from
how you move your tongue

'Cause I got niggas 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
Quickly the reaper peep you, sweep you off your in Cleveland

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

niggas 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 real show me your

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

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

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

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

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

up these niggas off in different sections
Don't hate my message, led to mimic
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, wouldn't run

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

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

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

human only the Fifth Dawg
Fuck you motherfucker fame
For the fact the shit is a phat
Going remain number one in the

Flesh, strangle the gang, bang bang,
I dropped five guards in the of the Lord I say
Now how many will I have to slay today?
I raise my guage? Oh God

How will I ya, but it's these tactics that he daily practice
They gonna let you don't it?
Have it, up you sons of bastards
it, we sons of assassins

Match it, more cash
true, you're feeling that
Niggas all my babies get a million
Struggle with a villain, hit 'em a venomous blow

I call on my 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
Bitch you better go twice and open up your motherfucking eyes
These niggas can't fuck with the dawg finna parlay

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

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em
To death, death,
Fuck 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