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

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

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 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 a fuck about the law
run with 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
It's the game and we loosened up a couple strings
And a couple of screws loose in my brain

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

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

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

'Cause I got niggas 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 peep you, you off your feet in Cleveland

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

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

It's a jack move bitch and since you ain't got no business
That's how we attack shit
Nigga we'll smack your bitch in the 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 niggas the guns
And you get shot, get shot

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

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

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

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

Swervin' in my Suburban, lick it up the bottle
But everybody I got some problems
Had of the Apollo
The fiends had faith in me, suckas run

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

Our dawgs finna haul off lead sawed-off
Nigga you drippin' soakin' with bloody be beggin' me
You know what you should've capped 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 your head in the
Could it be a bird or maybe it's even a plane for the

Insane human only the Fifth
Fuck you motherfucker fame
For the fact the is a phat game
remain number one in the Land

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

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

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

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

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

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

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