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 'em all?
To death, death,
Fuck with the with the guns
And you get shot, get shot

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

You're fucking with a couple of that's 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 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 shit, nigga what?
is Bone Thugs niggas

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

Niggas send em subliminal messages
Like 'Murda, mo murder'
forgot where we come from
Watch how you your tongue

'Cause I got niggas that's to jump off in your ass
And smash and crash, my niggas for combat
Leathaface at ya and on your ass like I was a seeker
the reaper 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 heat, I sweep the street
When I down, let me hear you say, "Fuck the law now"

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

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

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

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em
To death, death,
Fuck with the niggas the guns
And you get shot, get shot

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

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

still playin' that hood game quiet
Especially when it's
My environment ain't but niggas dieing
In them chemical fed injections in Texas

Split up these niggas off in different
Don't hate my message, led to mimic
Chastity for my daughter wad up a niggas
And come to the sermon

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

A nigga not insane, niggas with me
Bone, somehow turn up
Run up and get your
Run blindly, elevate through nowhere to hide

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

You know you done fucked up, don't you
up blastin' gas craters
What the fuck you thought you saw 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 is a phat game
Going remain one in the Land

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

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

Match it, more cash
That's true, feeling that
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 know Mo, the
Yes trues humbly my family never divided

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

Everyday your way you better lay low
So you might just when I buck guage
Can't you see my niggas having a 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 'em all?
To death, death
You could be the first to the heat
To see how we got, we got