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

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

You're fucking a couple of niggas that's really insane
I'm talking loco, crazy as hell, it ain't just a
It's the game and we 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 smoke bud
You know I still represent St. Clair wig shit, nigga what?
This is Bone Thugs

Thinkin' I you but we put it down like that
And whoever we got to fuck up to that we do it
And keep on movin, guess back up in the house?
Original Cleveland

Niggas just em subliminal messages
Like 'Murda, mo murder
Never forgot we come from
Watch how you 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 seeker
Quickly the reaper you, sweep you off your feet in Cleveland

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

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

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

It's a jack move bitch and since you haters got no business
That's how we attack your
Nigga smack your bitch 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,
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 to feel the heat
To see how we got, we got

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

still playin' that hood game quiet
Especially it's tired
My environment nothin' but niggas dieing
In them fed injections in Jasper Texas

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

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

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

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

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

human only the Fifth Dawg
Fuck you thought fame
For the fact the is a phat game
Going number one in the Land

Flesh, the gang, bang bang, bang
I dropped five in the name of the Lord I say
Now how many times will I have to slay
Will I 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 sons of
Blast it, we of assassins

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

I on my mighty Archangel
Gonna surround my soul but go the calico yo'
We the tightest you Mo, the Mighty
Yes humbly united my family never divided

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

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

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

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