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

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

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

I still be the thuggish ruggish
Dressed in all black khakis, fatigues, and
Still give 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 just a name
the game and we done loosened up a couple strings
And shook a of screws loose in my brain

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

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, guess who's back up in the
Original Cleveland

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

'Cause I got that's ready to jump off in your ass
And smash and crash, protect my niggas for
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 little nigga you can me
But nigga you fuck with me then I'm a fuck you
Introduce you to this heat, I sweep the
When I draw down, let me you say, "Fuck the law now"

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

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

a jack move bitch and since you haters 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 Thug Family is for

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you 'em all?
To death, death,
Fuck with the niggas the guns
And you might get shot, get

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

Pull it up, sit up, get up and up your money
Before it all spent up and you wanna get rid of
A hood bitch with game and bitch said I'm a good bitch
with the wood grain

Everybody still that hood game quiet
Especially it's tired
My environment ain't but niggas dieing
In them chemical fed injections in Texas

Split up niggas off in different sections
Don't hate my message, destiny led to
Chastity for my wad up a niggas Sherm
And listen to the sermon

Swervin' in my Suburban, it up with the bottle
But know I got some problems
Had of the Apollo
The had faith in me, suckas 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 finna haul off lead sawed-off head
Nigga you drippin' soakin' bloody body be beggin' me
You what you should've capped like 2 Pac with a glock
They're deadly, better not upset my thug sucker

You you done fucked up, don't you niggas?
Runnin' up blastin' gas
What the fuck you thought you saw with head in the sky?
Could it be a bird or it's even a plane for the untamed

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

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

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

Match it, collecting more
true, you're feeling that
Niggas said all my get a million
Struggle with a villain, hit 'em with a venomous

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

Desperado, Line, Mo Thug, Millennium, Seventh Sign
For the FBI you come test my enterprise?
Bitch you better go think twice and open up motherfucking eyes
These niggas fuck with 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,
with the niggas 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 to feel the heat
To see how we got, we got