Luyện nghe bài hát Choppaz n' Gunz

Nigga snatched from your
Cut you on the
Nigga you know my people
Went to war like 14 people
Drink like it's legal
Manny in the cut all turned up
Used to my homeboy slow down
He laughed at me on the four pound
Nigga bust his 'fore I came home
Me and Five in the Regal
Goin' to get at the busters
I told Fat fall back the jack heads
'Fore I came home, dusted
Now they do it on buses
and get you like buster
All my side know
Do I still with Buster?
I don't lay down, play with no nigga
Track life made, I'm a go getter
Still real, still solid, no ho
You just heard what happened to them ho niggas?
Everybody shot, niggas gettin' stopped
Mommas really outchea they sons
Might as keep it real with them young niggas
Might as tell 'em get guns

Choppers and guns, and guns
and guns
Choppers and guns, choppers and
and guns, choppers and guns
Oh man, here we go with them choppers and guns
Choppers and guns, choppers and
Hope you got and guns

gettin' smoked at the Exxon
'Fore I the house, grab the teflon
I look at my nigga, you outta
Don't me say what year was our year
Nigga for you, they don't ride 'round
Fuck a boy, I got a five pound
Chief Keef with the sweep, shit get
Track like
shots, ten shots, we can get down
You can stand up but you gon' sit down
You can man up and you get miss 'round
But we niggas and commit fouls
out the road 'cause these niggas rat
Shoulda got him when you seen his up in black
Lil Ria gunned gunned for a pint
wasn't even no Act

Choppers and guns, choppers and
and guns
Choppers and guns, and guns
and guns, choppers and guns
Oh shit man, here we go with them choppers and
Choppers and guns, and guns
Hope you got and guns

My nigga lil in the papers
Heard he own a in the cape
He at me "Unc I'm a G though"
This was when he was like three
To-Lu, they for his kilos
But he got a bag of squirllers
A bag of money and a big ass
It's 'bout to be capital
They and they whack you on purpose
They walk by your house like they
You see 'em, you run, you jump
You left it at now you murdered
How the fuck I'm to tell lil daddy chill out when the nigga 'round tryna kill him
They killed his lil and Slim
These play above the rim

Choppers and guns, choppers and
Chop-chop-chop-choppers and
Choppers and guns, and guns
Choppers and guns, and guns
Oh man, here we go with them choppers and guns
Choppers and guns, choppers and
you got choppers and guns