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

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

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

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

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

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

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?
Original Cleveland

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

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

I be the smoothest little you can meet me
But nigga you fuck 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 the motto
Let me see you throw them things and if it's
Nigga keep it real show me game

I'm sure claim what the fuck is mine
My nigga I'll take it grab a hater by the neck
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 might ban me, nigga this Mo Family is for real

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em
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 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 up and you wanna get rid of
A hood bitch with game and bitch said I'm a good bitch
with the wood grain

Everybody still playin' that hood game
when it's tired
My environment ain't but niggas dieing
In them chemical fed injections in Jasper

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

Swervin' in my Suburban, lick it up the bottle
But everybody know I got problems
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 finna haul off sawed-off head
Nigga you drippin' soakin' bloody body be beggin' me
You know you should've capped like 2 Pac with a glock
They're deadly, better not my thug mentality sucker

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

Insane human only the Fifth
you thought motherfucker fame
For the fact the shit is a phat
Going remain one in the Land

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

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

Match it, collecting cash
That's true, you're feeling
Niggas said all my get a million
Struggle with a villain, hit 'em with a blow

I call on my Archangel
Gonna surround my soul but go with the yo'
We the tightest you know Mo, the
Yes trues humbly united my family divided

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

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

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em
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