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

I still be the thuggish 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 couple of niggas that's insane
I'm talking loco, crazy as hell, it ain't just a
It's the and we done 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 still bud
You know I still represent St. wig split shit, nigga what?
This is Bone niggas

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

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

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

I be the smoothest nigga you can meet me
But nigga you fuck with me I'm a fuck with you
Introduce you to heat, I sweep the street
I draw down, let me hear you say, "Fuck the law now"

Rawest niggas in the town ready to and go down
Go pound for pound, nigga the motto
Let me see you throw them things and if real
Nigga keep it real me your game

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

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

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you 'em all?
To death, death,
Fuck 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 first to feel the
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 I'm a good bitch
Fuckin' with the grain

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

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

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, suckas run

A nigga not insane, niggas still me
Bone, somehow turn up
Run up and get sign
Run blindly, elevate through time to hide

Our dawgs finna haul off lead sawed-off
you drippin' soakin' 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?
Runnin' up 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 only the Fifth Dawg
you thought motherfucker fame
For the fact the is a phat game
Going remain number one in the

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

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

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

I call on my mighty
surround my soul but go with the calico yo'
We the tightest you know Mo, the
Yes trues 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
These niggas can't with the fifth dawg finna parlay

Everyday your way you better lay low
So you might duck when I buck guage
Can't you see my niggas a ball all day
Since we a ball all day, motherfuckers player hate

Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em
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