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

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

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em
To death, death,
Fuck with the niggas the guns
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
Dressed in all 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 with a couple of niggas that's really insane
I'm talking loco, crazy as hell, it ain't a name
It's the and we done loosened up a couple strings
And shook a of screws loose in my brain

Besides that, nothin' changed
Look at me now I'm still a thug, nigga I still bud
You know I still represent St. Clair wig split shit, 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
'Murda, mo murder murder'
Never forgot we come from
Watch how you your tongue

'Cause I got that's ready 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 heat
Quickly the reaper you, sweep you off your feet in Cleveland

I be the smoothest nigga you can meet me
But nigga you with me then I'm a fuck 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 town to thug and go down
Go pound for pound, that's the motto
Let me see you throw them things and if real
Nigga keep it real me your game

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

It's a jack bitch and since 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 Mo Thug Family is for real

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

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

Everybody playin' that hood game quiet
Especially when tired
My environment ain't nothin' but dieing
In them chemical fed in Jasper Texas

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

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

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

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

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

Insane only the Fifth Dawg
Fuck you thought motherfucker
For the fact the shit is a game
Going number one in the Land

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

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

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

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

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

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

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