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 '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 khakis, fatigues, and boots
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 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, ain't nothin'
at me now I'm still a thug, nigga I still smoke bud
You know I still St. Clair wig split shit, nigga what?
This is Bone Thugs

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

Niggas just send em messages
Like 'Murda, mo murder'
Never forgot where we come
Watch how you move tongue

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

I be the little nigga 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"

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 real show me your

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

It's a jack move bitch and since you haters ain't got no
That's how we attack your
Nigga we'll smack your in the middle of the Grammy
And the media might ban me, nigga 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 kill 'em
To death, death
You could be the to feel the heat
To see how we got, we got

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

Everybody still playin' that game quiet
Especially when tired
My environment nothin' but niggas dieing
In them chemical fed in Jasper Texas

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

Swervin' in my Suburban, lick it up with the
But everybody I got some problems
Had of the Apollo
The fiends had faith in me, suckas run

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

Our finna haul off lead sawed-off head
Nigga you soakin' with bloody body be beggin' me
You know what you 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 gas craters
What the fuck you you saw with your head in the sky?
it be a bird or maybe it's 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 five guards in the name of the Lord I say
Now how many will I have to slay today?
Will I 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 more
That's true, you're that
Niggas said all my babies get a
Struggle with a villain, hit 'em a venomous blow

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

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

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