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

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

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

I still be the thuggish ruggish
in all black khakis, fatigues, and boots
Still give a fuck about the law
Still run with a pump in my car and who you are

You're fucking with a couple of that's really insane
I'm talking loco, crazy as hell, it just a name
It's the and we done loosened up a couple strings
And shook a couple of screws in my brain

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

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

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

'Cause I got niggas that's ready to 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 peep you, sweep you off your feet in Cleveland

I be the smoothest little you can meet me
But nigga you fuck with me then I'm a with you
Introduce you to this heat, I sweep the
When I 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 things and if it's real
keep it real show me your game

I'm sure gonna claim what the is mine
My nigga I'll 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 you haters ain't got no business
That's how we attack your
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 '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 could be the first to feel the
To see how we got, we got

Pull it up, sit up, get up and up your money
Before it all gets 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 that hood game quiet
Especially when tired
My environment ain't but niggas dieing
In them fed injections in Jasper Texas

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

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

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

Our dawgs finna haul off sawed-off head
Nigga you drippin' soakin' with bloody body be me
You know 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?
up blastin' gas craters
What the fuck you thought you saw with head in the sky?
Could it be a bird or maybe 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 number one in the

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

How will I teach ya, but it's these tactics he daily practice
gonna let you don't have it?
Have it, runnin up you of bastards
Blast it, we of assassins

Match it, collecting cash
That's true, you're feeling
said all my babies get a million
Struggle a villain, hit 'em with 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 united my family 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 eyes
These niggas can't fuck with the dawg finna parlay

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

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