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,
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

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

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

Besides that, nothin' changed
Look at me now I'm a thug, nigga I still smoke bud
You know I still represent St. Clair wig split shit, nigga
This is Bone niggas

Thinkin' I 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 just send em subliminal
Like 'Murda, mo murder'
Never forgot where we from
how you move your tongue

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

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

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

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

It's a jack move bitch and since you ain't got no business
how we attack your shit
Nigga we'll smack your bitch in the 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 with the
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 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 it's tired
My ain't nothin' but niggas dieing
In them fed injections in Jasper Texas

Split up niggas off in different sections
Don't hate my message, destiny led to
Chastity for my wad up a niggas Sherm
And come listen to the

in my Suburban, lick it up with the bottle
But know I got some problems
Had dreams of the
The fiends had in me, suckas wouldn't run

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

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

You know you done up, don't you niggas?
Runnin' up blastin' gas
What the fuck you thought you saw your head in the sky?
Could it be a bird or maybe even a plane for the untamed

Insane human only the Dawg
Fuck you thought fame
For the the shit is a phat game
remain number one in the Land

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

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

Match it, collecting more
That's true, you're that
Niggas all my babies get a million
Struggle with a villain, hit 'em with a venomous

I call on my mighty
Gonna surround my soul but go the calico yo'
We the you know Mo, the Mighty
Yes trues humbly united my never divided

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

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

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