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

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

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

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

I still be the thuggish ruggish
in all black khakis, fatigues, and boots
Still don't give a fuck the law
Still run with a 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 and we done loosened up a couple strings
And a couple of screws loose in my brain

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

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

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

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

I be the smoothest little nigga you can me
But you fuck with me then I'm a fuck with you
you to this 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 that's the
Let me see you throw them and if it's real
Nigga keep it real show me your

I'm sure gonna claim 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, them keys

a jack move bitch and since you haters ain't got no business
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 kill 'em
To death, death
You could be the to feel the heat
To see how we got, we got

Pull it up, sit up, get up and up your money
it all gets spent up and you wanna get rid of
A hood bitch with game and bitch said I'm a good bitch
Fuckin' with the wood

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

Split up these niggas off in different
hate my message, destiny led to mimic
Chastity for my daughter wad up a Sherm
And come listen to the

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, niggas with me
Bone, somehow they up
Run up and get sign
Run blindly, through time nowhere to hide

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

Insane human only the Fifth
Fuck you motherfucker fame
For the fact the shit is a phat
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 tactics that he daily practice
They gonna let you don't it?
it, runnin up you sons of bastards
Blast it, we of assassins

Match it, collecting more
That's true, feeling that
said 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 with the yo'
We the you know Mo, the Mighty
Yes trues humbly united my family divided

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

Everyday your way you better lay low
So you might just duck I buck guage
Can't you see my having 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,
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 be the first to feel the heat
To see how we got, we got