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,
with the niggas 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

I still be the ruggish nigga
Dressed in all khakis, fatigues, and boots
Still give a fuck about the law
Still run with a in my car and fuck who you are

You're with a couple of niggas that's really insane
I'm talking loco, crazy as hell, it just a name
It's the game and we done loosened up a strings
And shook a couple of loose in my brain

Besides that, nothin' changed
Look at me now I'm still a thug, I still smoke bud
You I still represent St. Clair wig split shit, nigga what?
This is Bone niggas

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

Niggas just send em subliminal
Like 'Murda, mo murder'
Never where we come from
Watch how you move your

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 your ass like I was a seeker
Quickly the reaper peep you, you off your feet in Cleveland

I be the smoothest little nigga you can me
But you fuck 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"

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

I'm sure gonna claim what the 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

It's a move 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 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

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

Everybody still playin' that game quiet
Especially when tired
My environment ain't nothin' but niggas
In chemical fed injections in Jasper Texas

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

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

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

Our dawgs finna haul off lead sawed-off
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 mentality

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

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

Flesh, the gang, bang bang, bang
I five 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 he daily practice
gonna let you don't have it?
Have it, runnin up you sons of
Blast it, we sons of

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

I on my mighty Archangel
Gonna surround my soul but go with the yo'
We the tightest you know Mo, the
Yes trues humbly united my never divided

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

Everyday your way you better lay low
So you just duck when I buck guage
Can't you see my 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,
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 to feel the heat
To see how we got, we got