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

Give it to 'em, your gun
it to 'em, bring 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 could be the first to 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 fuck the law
Still run with a 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 just a
It's the game and we done up a couple strings
And shook a couple of screws loose in my

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

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

Niggas send em subliminal messages
Like 'Murda, mo murder
Never forgot we come from
Watch how you your tongue

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

I be the smoothest little you can meet me
But nigga you fuck with me then I'm a fuck 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 for pound, nigga that's the motto
Let me see you them things and if it's real
Nigga keep it real show me your

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

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

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

Split up these niggas off in different
Don't hate my message, destiny led to
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 had faith in me, suckas wouldn't run

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

Our dawgs finna off lead sawed-off head
Nigga you drippin' 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 you done fucked up, don't you niggas?
up blastin' gas craters
What the fuck you thought you saw with head in the sky?
Could it be a bird or maybe it's a plane for the untamed

Insane human only the Dawg
Fuck you thought motherfucker
For the fact the is a phat game
Going remain number one in the

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

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

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

I on my mighty Archangel
Gonna surround my soul but go the calico yo'
We the tightest you Mo, the Mighty
Yes trues humbly united my family divided

Desperado, Thug Line, Mo Thug, Millennium, Sign
For the FBI you wanna come my enterprise?
Bitch you better go twice 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 I buck guage
Can't you see my having a ball all day
we having a ball all day, motherfuckers player hate

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