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 with the
And you might get shot, get

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

I be the thuggish ruggish nigga
in all black khakis, fatigues, and boots
Still don't give a about the law
run with 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 a name
It's the game and we done loosened up a couple
And a couple of screws loose 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 represent St. Clair wig shit, nigga what?
This is Bone niggas

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

Niggas just send em subliminal
'Murda, mo murder murder'
Never forgot where we from
how you move your tongue

'Cause I got niggas ready to jump off in your ass
And and crash, protect my niggas for combat
at ya and on your 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 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 town 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 your

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

It's a jack move bitch and since you ain't got no business
That's how we attack shit
Nigga smack your bitch in the middle 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 with the 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 your
it all gets spent up and you wanna get rid of
A hood bitch with game and every bitch I'm a good bitch
Fuckin' with the grain

Everybody still playin' that hood quiet
Especially when it's
My ain't nothin' but niggas dieing
In chemical fed injections in Jasper Texas

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

in my Suburban, lick it up with 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 they up
Run up and get sign
Run blindly, through time nowhere to hide

Our dawgs finna haul off lead head
Nigga you drippin' soakin' with bloody 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 done fucked up, don't you
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

Insane human the Fifth Dawg
Fuck you thought fame
For the fact the shit is a game
Going remain one in the Land

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

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

Match it, collecting cash
That's true, you're feeling
Niggas said all my babies get a
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 you know Mo, the Mighty
Yes trues united my family never divided

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

Everyday stormin' way you better lay low
So you might duck when I buck guage
you see my niggas having a ball all day
Since we having a all day, motherfuckers player hate

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you 'em all?
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 the heat
To see how we got, we got