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 '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

I still be the ruggish nigga
in all black khakis, fatigues, and boots
Still give a fuck 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 ain't a name
It's the game and we done loosened up a couple
And a couple of screws loose in my brain

that, ain't nothin' changed
Look at me now I'm a thug, nigga I still smoke bud
You know I still represent St. Clair wig split shit, nigga
This is Bone Thugs

I told you but we put it down like that
And whoever we got to up to prove that we do it
And keep on movin, who's 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, 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 little nigga you can meet me
But nigga you with me then I'm a fuck with you
you to this heat, I sweep the street
When I draw down, let me you say, "Fuck the law now"

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

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

a jack move bitch and since you haters ain't got no business
That's how we attack shit
Nigga we'll smack your in the middle of the Grammy
And the media might ban me, nigga this Mo Thug Family is for

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em
To death, death,
Fuck with the with the guns
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

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' with the grain

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

Split up these niggas off in sections
Don't my message, destiny led to mimic
Chastity for my daughter wad up a Sherm
And listen 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 in me, suckas wouldn't run

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

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

You know you 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

Insane only the Fifth Dawg
Fuck you motherfucker fame
For the the shit is a phat game
Going remain one in the Land

Flesh, strangle the gang, bang bang,
I five guards 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 let you don't have it?
Have it, up you sons of bastards
it, we sons of assassins

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

I call on my mighty
Gonna surround my but go with the calico yo'
We the you know Mo, the Mighty
Yes humbly united my family never divided

Desperado, Line, Mo Thug, Millennium, Seventh Sign
For the FBI you wanna come test my
Bitch you better go think and open up your motherfucking eyes
These niggas fuck with the fifth dawg finna parlay

Everyday stormin' way you better lay low
So you might just duck when I guage
Can't you see my niggas having a 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 the heat
To see how we got, we got