Luyện nghe bài hát Get My Gun

I'm to get get my gun

motherfucker wants to disrespect me?
Em, Em, what the fuck you man?
I got something for his ass, calm down, no you down
Man, you're problem? Fuck that

The motherfucker to pop shit to me? Man
He poppin' shit, you heard him he was poppin' them shit
What shit? shit, you heard him
He asked for autograph

A mass murderer, pack burners to blast further you can get
My shit be shooting bricks
I mix together, I done guillotine a nigger
Keep it heated, I pop clips 17 or better

I'll be severin' heads, I'm in everyones
A nigger can never ever be scared of the FED's
And the niggers that'll fuck with you, stab and brass you
Then have you in the public, nothing that you can do

with you're motherfucking tough talk, you're soft
Get you're blew off, from a sawed-off, fa' raw dawg?
Crazier then all y'all , what you the navy when I'm angry
You'll never catch me hangin' in a car

All I have is thought of, breathing
Desert will eat through people
I see you I'ma heat you're beef slow
Fuck being peaceful, the piece in the and

(I'm to get get my gun)
This poppin' that shit
Nah fuck that be right back
(I'm to get get my gun)
Nah motherfucker, you
You disrespectin' me like that

(I'm to get get my gun)
to the room, sixteen shot clip
Bitch how you like
(I'm to get get my gun)
Bet you ain't know I'm strapped
Nice one, this is my gat
(I'm to get get my gun)

I bring it to niggers as if they want trouble
I send they body around like a stunt double
about the fightin', scrappin', squabing, buckin'
I'll squeeze the piece you jumpin', dodgin',

Squatin' under trucks and "That niggers bluffin' "
I my nuts while cussin' "Don't trust him"
I'm round up Runyan, Dave, and Nico
My nigger Big I Jamal the heat blow

Heat sleep got it in, you're neepo
you keep shooting at me and missing like Shaq's free-throws
You gotta hit a little closer if you try
whip a soldier, with a missle on his shoulders

You can fold or blow ya' brick house into some tiny
A grimey older cab will leave you a tiny odor
I'm doggish, you feelin' frogish, you bitch
My car is right across the street and
(I'm to get get my gun)

My outfit count clips, get you're house lit the fuck up
spouse shit, and you're mouse clip
Betta' miscountless slugs I'ma send
Watch you holla them hollow tips dug threw you're skin

I'm in love the sin, tell Bugz I'ma see him
When I cock back, right to put your on you're friends
Make a run, got a hint, a slug on his chin
going no were like the drugs outta Kim

I'm a psycho icon, the mightful might
Get a eye of lead when I slight you're lights out
With a street cleaner, wipe life out
Bullets flow at ears, like a Tyson fight bout

Fuck the clout, guns, clips
(I'm to get my )
Fuck that, run
Hit the street talks, chumps don't me
Ain't no profit to be home homie

Dumbass motherfuckers, always gotta to me
With dumb shit
Fuckin' I done told this
bitch? Autograph this, oh shit
(I'm to get my gun)

I'm trying to pull the trigger but stuck, fuck
My is all jammed up, up
C'mon you cock sucking, good for
Mother-fucking of shit, shoot, ah

Yeah, wattup Say that shit again
Shot the bullet missed, hit a
Bounced of it back in his shin
Went through his on the way back hit his friend

Payback homie, don't play that shit is
To be on I told you to this shit alone or
(I'm to get my gun)
And it's a I'm to drunk to even aim
Denaun stepped in the way and I him in his leg

It's bang, bang, bang nigger pop, pop, pop
bustin' rounds like they ra, ra, ra
But when you see me in the street, I be like Wassup
bodyguard be steppin' in trying to calm shit down
(Chill out man, out)

Fuck I got a bone to pick, you said it
Then we said that wrestle like grown man shit
Then we, then we could talk our problems, couldn't we?
shoot a fair one and handled this situation seriously

I guess not, you wanna to the heater
So I grab my Mac and my Uzi and my Nina
Step us and get shot but get separated with the squeeze
You ain't ready for war, Runyan ain't nothing to with

This motherfucker's poppin' shit
Nah fuck I'll be right back
(I'm to get get my gun)
Nah motherfucker, you
You ain't disrespectin' me like

(I'm to get get my gun)
Walk to the room, sixteen clip
Bitch how you like
(I'm to get get my gun)
Bet you know that I'm strapped
Nice one, this is my gat
(I'm to get get my gun)

to Rite-Aid for a can of spaghetti
It's one hour and bitch my photo's ain't ready
Picture's of my dog and my family
been two hours and my fuckin' days ruined

Hey, Kate, do you get raped?
Have my pictures on Phillips 38
why I don't be fucking battle rapping
'Cause every time I lose, this is the fuck happens

Back to pictures I was trying to get developed
This man tried to get in of me, I wouldn't let him
I'm to blow this bitches brains out
I'm nervous, I farted, some shit out

Times up, shot her a gun
Got on my cell and called Rev. Run
And all crazy shit I, regret it
All 'cause I wanted to see Elton John