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

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

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 to feel the heat
To see how we got, we got

I still be the thuggish nigga
in all black khakis, fatigues, and boots
Still don't give a about the law
Still run with a pump in my car and who you are

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

that, ain't nothin' changed
Look at me now I'm still a thug, I still smoke bud
You know I still represent St. Clair wig split shit, nigga
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 on movin, guess who's back up in the house?
Cleveland Criminals

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

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

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

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

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

It's a jack bitch and since you haters ain't got no business
That's how we attack your
Nigga we'll smack your 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,
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

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

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

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

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

A not insane, niggas still with me
Bone, somehow they up
Run up and get sign
Run blindly, elevate through time nowhere to

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

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

human only the Fifth Dawg
Fuck you motherfucker fame
For the fact the is a phat game
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 will I have to slay today?
I raise my guage? Oh God

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

Match it, collecting cash
true, you're feeling that
Niggas all my babies get a million
with a villain, hit 'em with a venomous blow

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

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

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